Deafened by your silence
Lonely in a crowded place
I look for a glimpse of hope
In a once smiley face
Dead eyes that see
A broken heart that beats
I fight against the blur
Of your voice that still defeats
My memory has lapsed
Your words are my remora
I should have never opened
The box owned by pandora
Evil lurks in every crack
In every crease
Your work of art
Your masterpiece
Jingled my bell
Frightened my serenity
Striped my soul
From any trace of identity
Stamped on my heart
Ridding it of blood
Causing my eyes to water
A never ending flood
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
Deafened by your silence
Lonely in a crowded place
I look for a glimpse of hope
In a once smiley face
Dead eyes that see
A broken heart that beats
I fight against the blur
Of your voice that still defeats
My memory has lapsed
Your words are my remora
I should have never opened
The box owned by pandora
Evil lurks in every crack
In every crease
Your work of art
Your masterpiece
Jingled my bell
Frightened my serenity
Striped my soul
From any trace of identity
Stamped on my heart
Ridding it of blood
Causing my eyes to water
A never ending flood
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