first there were no words to speak
a romanticized tranquility that took the form of a smile
but there is no happiness in numbness
only empty space

then came the rivers of screams
from the red blood cells that are free
to retire from carrying a life on their back
color a painting on a canvas that never agreed

and at last it was silence once again
this time not from lack of words
but from the ability to pretend
that your bones are not to break from griefs descend

why not be a silent singer if no one will listen
when you strain your pleads past their god-given limit
and i testify against these tired, painful vows
until they lose every ounce of oxygen and finally fizzle out