Room in Silence

In the air, it hangs over us;
Silence doesn’t make up for tacit words
But that’s the type of communication we’ve mastered,
We’ve mastered so many vices,
With no good to outweigh the bad that keeps tilting
The weighing scale our way.

Kiss the air,
Laugh out smoke and twist my chest,
Stick your nails in my pain
And outdo the shame.

Spread your legs,
The bed’s big enough for the both of us
And yet we scoot to the smallest nook
Because being miles away takes a hard toll on us
And you can never be as close to the ones you love,
The ones you adore,
No, you can never be.

The fighter has given up on youth
And the eyes of the wise get blinded by splendor,
The rise of our age, of our time.
We never seem to have enough will
To pull away from the things that poison us
Because we value more the way they momentarily
Make us feel more like breathing than the entirety of our lives.

And I can never pretend not to be a slave of your skin
When you lie like an angel next to me,
Giving me time to think
And weigh out the options of the best way of killing
The person that looks back at me in the mirror.

And while I claim right is the way to go,
I’d rather have a minute of the sour venom on your lips
Than a lifetime of not knowing what sinning feels like.
Why does it have to be so bad
If it feels more like heaven than all saints above?

We’ll just have to wait for one more sunrise,
To see what fate has in for us,
To see a new way people will judge,
If only they knew
What heaven feels like.