The coolest enemy That I have ever seen Is huming on impending war He slouches on the couch And tramples on the vow Not to come here anymore Some persistent nerve That he has got preserved When i am all dry ice to touch An unaffected smile To add up to his pile Of insolence immaculate Time has deserted us So have our days The author has written us Out of his play And without a sound Ill gently vaporize He is bringing drinks and talk And chicken wings on fork That dances in his master plan And everything gets turned Like nothings ever learned The gates of hell unlock themselves Now what else could it be When you face your enemy Still to soft shelled to withstand This growing pressure balloon Is meant to crack up soon The silence to be infinite Time has deserted us So have our days The author has written us Out of his play And without a sound Ill slowly glide away I am not saying where i am headed Or where I will end Surely would regret it I am not precious but well spent And without a sound Ill quickly vaporize Closed ends Past tense Dead friends No offense