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.