Dear Jack

Are we oblivious to the known
Facts that has destined our undestined
World, subliminally undermining the 
Very voices in our heads? 
Do you even hear what I'm telling 
You, demanding you, hoping the animosity 
Of your disillusioned life awakens even 
Further. The decomposition of your 
Ill-fated structure that you once 
Called life. Yet, you still please the 
Functional inactivity, a quainted feeling
Of self-pity benevolence, clawing your 
Way through the thin threaded fleshy
Structured walls to your heart. 
This is the time, without clocks & watches 
Dictating the day, to overcome the 
Propensity that we've both divested to 
Our lonely soul. But, if apathy has 
Become your next mythical, un-vital, God
Then the fate of you will mirror the 
World. 

Sincerely, 
Jack's Conscience