Signed, Your Headphones

Silence fills the crevicess of your brain

The opposite

Walking down deserted streets full of signs 

Of sickly sweet infected minds

Addicted to prolific nonsense because it rhymes

Spending hard  earned dimes and paper colored lime

On audio poison that won't stand the test of time

At the very least

If you are going to commit suicide

Choose a better soundtrack to lose your life to....