Act of Silence
Sometimes the undertow swallows you deep
Makes you feel strong tugs at your feet
Sometimes a razor blade stops you from bleeding
makes you feel sleepy
makes you hear pretty peaceful strums 'til sirens come and then silence.
When all the perverts and parasites shrink
dry up and die
step on outside
breath in the toxins that keep you alive
kept you from trying made you deny
your sacred hell imprisoned cell of silence.
Swimming from soundless dreams streams of the past
a hurdle, a curse, thriving to last Completing so timely the end of the act, the curtain has closed, the blood has turned black, now face the crowd and take a bow before silence.
Ringing and singing it’s hard to ignore
the tapping of feet, a knock at the door
Crying of baby like never before
Ears become tuned
no more to ruin
Smells so foul and scowls have swelled into silence.
Don't look down and end the act of silence.