A Song of Silence

An individual voice cannot account for the million

The tongue and ear melding into static blur fusion

Daggers of eyes blot blood with my crashing heart

If I didn’t find my flatline sound, it will never restart

A tremble in the treble, torque to signify the trouble

For the bastards that judge, the turkeys that gobble

If I were a little more brave, I would’ve fled the scene

But hell, this coward side of me wouldn’t mind it again.

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