complex

hearing screams of pain and pleasure
not the physical kind of silence
it could be cut short or in a line
move forward faster
a line is drawn never straighter
now and then others will ask questions
with no answers
this being impossible he continues to type
while no one looks on
in awe or disgust the task at hand
remains ominous and no one seems to care
that much or at all
the funny numbers and letters spelling nothing
meaning full of thoughtbut that’s it just thought
not necessarily anything elseconnected to the words
spoken outside the book looksas if it would be normal
who knew it would get complex this fast…