I hear the silence in the way they blink,
the ignorance raining on me,
its ridiculous- I am ridiculous.
it is the answer granted to me.
Every time I glance upon myself on the window,
even the clown of the circus laughs,
bowing down to me- in pity or respect or tease,
I shall take it, I’m desperate, so what?
Should I stop or let it flow,
I fear even the night breeze hides from me.
Maybe its a sign, a sign of good times,
to end this plight, withdraw from the fight,
I am sick, I am done, the soul has given up,
the nature has surrendered and so have myself,
the pillar has fallen, the rest falling slow,
silence is a torture, even the devil never shows,
I hope I find screams in the dungeons,
and the tear trails on those rock walls,
in the starless blank sky above,
my mind can be empty, the tongue as long as the sea.
Ain’t no silence I fear
nor is there light to want for.
the netherworld is better for wandering,
than this ludicrous lifeless four-walls.