Talk to me. Talk to me. Please.

the conversation is highly exclusive.
inside the silence, the exchange of words
continue. There is an emporium of a
chest. All treasures are there. The map
is old and found. And the pirates are
coming.

Another war of words. Guns and
gums. Chew and fire. And do not
be noticed. They are watching now.
You are looking like a whale. And
there is a boat somewhere and
hunters.

Find peace. Go out of this safehouse
it is not safe anymore. The convoluted
thoughts are hunters and without mercy
eat their own kind. Sun be kind.
Spread.

There is only one thing that you can
do to save me from this highy destructive
monologue.

Talk to me. Talk to me. Please.