Sweet scent of decay

I never write anymore. The drugs have moved on. The days swallowed my youth. How is it I made so many choices and lived so many lives and yet managed to never embrace any one path.

Where it used to be loud now there is silence. You hear nothing, no one, just the scratching at the door. Don’t let it wake you. Be still.

Be still.

You know there will never be quiet. There is only this silence.

I cannot help you.

So sleep.

i miss the noise