Hideous pages from
The note book of the ******
Have imprisoned my words
With swift intent have purchased
A chorus of dumb envy
Who sing to silence the sound of alone
That great melody that descends
In loud orchestral silences of cannibalism
I know, I hear, know its worth yet feel its fear
The dead words are still buried in my belly
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 3:07 PM UTC
Hideous pages from
The note book of the ******
Have imprisoned my words
With swift intent have purchased
A chorus of dumb envy
Who sing to silence the sound of alone
That great melody that descends
In loud orchestral silences of cannibalism
I know, I hear, know its worth yet feel its fear
The dead words are still buried in my belly
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