Nothing

Nothing seems to make sense anymore.
The townspeople are screaming in an arcane dialect,
eyes blazing and faces contorted.
Noise, it fills the streets and hallways.
Stop, pray wont you stop.
I ask not much, just silence.
Sweet, sweet silence.
Silence, the sound of inaction.

Nothing seems to make sense anymore
The shapes are indistinguishable
The parallel lines must intersect somewhere?
Perhaps they come together at the horizon
Its one continuous blur
Nothing makes sense anymore...