It was always far too quiet
And rarely did I talk
But the silence that persued me
Means I rattle when I walk.
Often, it becomes my haven
Where silence would else lay
My head is a deserted grave
The rattling keeps the silence at bay.
A few pills will make some noise
Too many makes a lot
But if I am filled all the way up
The rattling will stop.
Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 6:09 PM UTC
It was always far too quiet
And rarely did I talk
But the silence that persued me
Means I rattle when I walk.
Often, it becomes my haven
Where silence would else lay
My head is a deserted grave
The rattling keeps the silence at bay.
A few pills will make some noise
Too many makes a lot
But if I am filled all the way up
The rattling will stop.
