May 2016
Silence
It's every troubled soul's fear
And every stressed soul's lust
Silence
It's where thoughts are able to be heard
And minds are lost in the chaos
Silence
It's the sworn oath of secrets
And the sworn enemy of questions
Silence
It's the living mans unused right
And the dead man's final request
Silence*
It's the haven poets go to vent
And the prison psychopaths try to escape
It's every troubled soul's fear
And every stressed soul's lust
Silence
It's where thoughts are able to be heard
And minds are lost in the chaos
Silence
It's the sworn oath of secrets
And the sworn enemy of questions
Silence
It's the living mans unused right
And the dead man's final request
Silence*
It's the haven poets go to vent
And the prison psychopaths try to escape
(In My Mind)
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