Silence. Laughter. Touch. ill.

I posted this on INO some time in December and now I wonder what will you Mibba people think of it. xD

Silence. Laughter. Touch. ill.

Faded lips stretch into an agonized scream –
Silence. And the needles dig deeper.
Faded mind knows no voices, no faces, only ache.
Silence, a pain so lonely and loud.
Faded lives, swept away – dead leaves stabbed onto a rake.
Silence. And the vile whispers disturb the Sleeper.
Faded eyes hazed with this abominable dream
Of silence – reflected in the mirror. Not a sound.

Laughter. On the railroad of dreams,
But none can hear it, their minds diverge.
Laughter, but they stray
And none can bring them back.
Laughter, disturbs the silence,
Seeping through each and every crack.
Laughter – still smiles stay away,
Defenseless – they sleep while the nightmares emerge.
Laughter, perhaps borderline screams.
The mirror – black surface reflects the silent violence.

Touch. Soft, something to feel.
Never again. The wounds are still fresh and sore.
Touch. Pain – melting away like candlelit wax.
Never again. That ill sensation will fade.
Touch. Meant to comfort, meant to relax.
Never again. Love is a myth, a forgotten lore.
Touch. Something good, something to heal.
Never again. Like a Touch, life will jade.

In the cold light of morning
Artificial tenderness touches the ailing skin.
White neon lights burn into weary eyes.
Laughter interrupts the Silence, the soothing sound.
Silence perturbs the laughing lies.
Touch – the messenger of sin.
Silence – no words to express the mourning…
Laughter. Silence. Touch. ill. The sound of white flesh hitting the black ground.