The coolest enemy That I have ever seen Is humming of impending war He slouches on the couch And tramples of the vow Not to come here anymore Some odd 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 I'll gently vaporize He is bringing drinks and talk And chicken wings on fork That dances on his master plan And everything gets turned Like nothing's ever learned The gates of hell unlock themselves Now what else could it be When you face your enemy Still too soft shelled to withstand This growing pressure balloon Is meant to crack up soon For 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 I'll slowly glide away I am not saying where I am headed Or where I will end Surely would not regret it I am not precious but well spent And without a sound I'll quickly vaporize Closed ends Past tense Dead friends No offense