silence surrounds me from all the gates,
still like noise why it tastes?
words are less
eyes are wet
no longer words, guilt comes out
is it still silence? I doubt
The world around is made of fantasy
I hear people scream profanity
noise spreading all around my room
it gets hard to breathe
I find myself weep
no longer the gates of silence surrounds
as I look at the blood-stained mirror
noise is all that bounds
I resort to violence
as I no longer beg, people for silence.
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