PeopleWithHalfABrainCanStillThinkAboutPeopleWithHalfAHeartButThatDoesn'tMeanTheyOnlyBelieveHalfOfTheLoveIsReal (RespectYourVirtues)

The silence could kill me,
But,
Then again,
So could the deaf.
So,
What's your excuse for being loud?
Just let the noise begin bigger and better then before;
Better and bigger then the last few times.
It doesn't fit:
This thing you call "sympathy" doesn't seem to come our way;
Not before or after the dreams have gone.
Not before or after the 2nd disaster
Or during the 3rd minority.
Leave us be;
The ones who will never be caught.
The ones you deal with;
The ones that are hard to deal with.
They don't need you.
You need them.
Who could love better?
Whether you think you know best or think you know better,
You know you must know someone who once knew one of them.
The sound,
The sight,
The spikes that slither down your back can never dissever the love of the love for the music around.
To astound one's perspective of one of these "ones" blunt situation.
Don't take it away.
Or be prepared to pay.