Office

I am shattering the tale of the blue feather into small ashes

and letting my mind escape through the ventilation shaft of the dead office building

where only corpses are walking with blank faces filled with nothing but neverending pain of the constant run after the never ending numbers of the beast

As I walk through the office I can't do nothing but scream in silence and pour the black coffee stolen from africa in to my throat hoping that the coffee guy is not dead from running for the people who are placed higher than the man  who is doing the only job that actually makes any sense in that godforsaken place filled with empty cups where only the leftovers of the white man's greed are left in the bottom of the cup.