Is there such thing as to much peace?

Happiness

One click

There it is the lull of of the ever present

Never ending

Crave for attention

Feeds our soulless heads

And its just one more swipe

One more instant happiness

But now

Our minds are rotted

ripe for picking

We’ve become shells

Of every present being

That walks

and now

finally

our weary bones

have too much

and we lay to rest

6 feet under

suffocating

in to much

peace