#intercom
High pitch community
From one single tone
Can go from home
To a killing floor
Made all the more harrowing
Toxic trauma of the mind
Freeze up they said
Yet we push on
And we pushed hard
We pushed it too far
Then let down our gard
And now the lights flicker from green to red
A premonition of bloodshed
Locked inside the voice of
A brother or a friend
Neither one is talking now
Survive it says
Static cuts through
And the line drops dead
Outside my head the night goes on
Cheery faces basking in the light
Permissive out of innocence
Enjoying spite out of spite
Who is right
It doesn't matter
My eyes burn bright
But no one can hear
Screams are echoed all around
But transaction leaves my words devoid
Bliss is heard amiss, above
We coveted and now we pay
The price of our sin
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC