Listen closer To the sound of my closure. It’s hardly noticeable, But then again, I’ve always been invisible to you all. It’s trivial; Not knowing where you’re headed, But still seeing the seven layers of hell You walked out of alive. I have third degree burns Soiling my memories- I spent all of my time Spoiling the enemies, And now, My time runs thin and frail. My creativity has gone stale. I’m sick, I’m pale, And yet my silence keeps me Golden.