How can she play my mind like a childs top spinning around in the weighted air, drunk upon the silent and dark smile covering her lips with my dead hopes of freedom: The blanket that now tenses chocking more life from me in my chair, no longer moving in the tense air: She stood alone in the doorway of that room wanting to speak... |
She stood alone in the doorway of that room, wanting to speak, but daring not to break the blanketed silence that which has become drunk on the motionless bodies: My mind has become lost in the hazing of that early morning, rocking in the old chair thinking deeply of the night before, the night when my realization of self came: To go back to the night before the last when I slept a dreamful state I would do anything to go back, before I discovered how my body quakes with fear at eveything I come to learn: |
| Silent Air |