Dubious Seasonings

and if the ruptured spleen ran down and blended perfectly without a word from the injured one, who would that be justice to or for? if my heart fractured in the stillness would it matter if no one knew, save me? what if no one really cared more than the sounds that slipped from lying lips with twisted smiles waiting for the apocalypse, or the next excuse to run and not stop to listen as the burden bothers ill meaning types with selfish parts we all know the ones, it's not a surprise and yet, your eyes wide tell me you're not a fool for fools don't generally buy this rash of reasonings they'd rather stab and gun for the nearest plea, not stand around and hum to some meaningless song having forgot the words fools don't last that long ...