A gift of perpetual silence, from a deafening scornful frequency; Eternal tranquility, we chase, so is it considered victory? Victorious it must feel, for the one who departs abrupt; In the halt prior to mine, leaving a chaos in my heart.
these words bubble up in my throat but i push them all down if i don't then i'll lose control screams rattle inside my skull but i never voice them for fear of not stopping i have so much to say so much anger to express but it isn't a good idea i don't want to be like them they were volatile and as unstable as dynamite i don't want to become violent and see their faces in my reflection