S. I. L. E. N. C. E.
The air is full of voices, but I hear none of them.
Memories flood my mind as I look for a face in the crowd.
Seeing nothing, feeling everything. my mind returns unattended.
A mixture of blinded love and bounding scenes, lacing together the past and future.
An eternal sunset full of red and white; stained lavender sheets.
Clouding my eyes with a dozen or two Oxy white pills on off-white lines paper.
My name jumps from the paper in pink ink.
My head plunges like the blade to chest, the bass pounds harder; the drums beat louder.
Driving me farther and farther into that little box I keep in the back of my mind for safe keeping.
Until I finally hear converse on pavement, smacking the ground, out-of-touch with the rain.
imagining screams, haunting in dreams.
Until there is a single thing left. Five years and counting.
S.I.L.E.N.C.E.
Memories flood my mind as I look for a face in the crowd.
Seeing nothing, feeling everything. my mind returns unattended.
A mixture of blinded love and bounding scenes, lacing together the past and future.
An eternal sunset full of red and white; stained lavender sheets.
Clouding my eyes with a dozen or two Oxy white pills on off-white lines paper.
My name jumps from the paper in pink ink.
My head plunges like the blade to chest, the bass pounds harder; the drums beat louder.
Driving me farther and farther into that little box I keep in the back of my mind for safe keeping.
Until I finally hear converse on pavement, smacking the ground, out-of-touch with the rain.
imagining screams, haunting in dreams.
Until there is a single thing left. Five years and counting.
S.I.L.E.N.C.E.