It is silent now.

Finally,

all
is
silent.

These words are mine alone.

A dialogue for myself and my creator
now only poignant discourse
or didactic discussion,
this is an end to the celebration of
mayhem.

It is time,
not to forget the past,
but to heal from it.
Let this be a salve for the burning,
a stitch for the wound.

Be honest.

No more superfluous speech and sentence structure
only raw reality.

There is no audience.

God guide my hand.