Buying Regards

I breath and it's your emptiness,
I breath and it's my emptiness
I see
I feel
I seek to just conceal.
It's empty too.

God I'm just sick of these words.
Every last false breath within
and every lie that stifles my breath.
Every sin I gorge,
Every snarky grin
and the small sounds of death
that are these lies.

It is all exausting,
wearisome beyond belief.
Lies told to stifle yawns
and yawns brought to silence talk
and talk bought to sell.
It just runs in circles and squares
and other odd shapes.

No perfect order just dissonance
disgused as chaotic good,
just silence bought as discount price
like a pair of cheap sneakers.
Overblown by a logo
and sought like a cheap ego.

Yeah talk is cheap
but so are you
and me too.