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Silence is the comfort of a conflicts hush silence is the sound of a dead crows caw silence ain't abatable, so don't even try silence is thy lord's voice and his word is law It's unquestionable, deadly, doesn't care what it kills a force gradual and steady, from the dark our night it fills it reeks of loneliness whilst exhuming sweet beauty modest and loyal, quietly it does its hidden duty crying through eyes non-existent it's love invisible, so painfully distant all alone, comfort gone from that old favourite song, it's presence tranquil, opening your eyes to where you went wrong It's neutral, doesn't take sides or excuses a poignancy so strong, bitter and raw twisted, life and death somehow entwined I gazed upon its face and 'twas the most beautiful thing I've ever saw - - - - a vision flickering like a fuse in an abandoned house it's rooms gas filled, primed for explosion - I sleep and walk amongst the fields of dreams as silence drips upon life and starts its graceless erosion. AJ
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
Song Of A Dead Crow's Caw
Silence is the comfort of a conflicts hush silence is the sound of a dead crows caw silence ain't abatable, so don't even try silence is thy lord's voice and his word is law It's unquestionable, deadly, doesn't care what it kills a force gradual and steady, from the dark our night it fills it reeks of loneliness whilst exhuming sweet beauty modest and loyal, quietly it does its hidden duty crying through eyes non-existent it's love invisible, so painfully distant all alone, comfort gone from that old favourite song, it's presence tranquil, opening your eyes to where you went wrong It's neutral, doesn't take sides or excuses a poignancy so strong, bitter and raw twisted, life and death somehow entwined I gazed upon its face and 'twas the most beautiful thing I've ever saw - - - - a vision flickering like a fuse in an abandoned house it's rooms gas filled, primed for explosion - I sleep and walk amongst the fields of dreams as silence drips upon life and starts its graceless erosion. AJ
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
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