Ranting at the Apocalypse in my Mind

There are thoughts that can be titantic, and thoughts can be miniscule, and both are as deadly as each other.

The world ends in my mind and all I'm left with is the idle ranting of a voice that should have ended with the others, but decided to push further and deeper than any sane voice should. He's not speaking heartful truths or righteous benedictions; he's noise for noise's sake, spouting words to be heard, feigning deep insights for views.

He knows his world has ended. And with it; structure; form; grace; and above all, sense.