Lust is a poison that taints the soul darker
Once you leap into the sea it will swallow, swallow it all
All of you gone in the deep waves of despair and hopelessness
You are the statue of dignity until the moonlight burns a hole, well it stings
All of the flowers plucked so vigorously from the stem of gentleness
Don’t be the one who backs down
Don’t be the one who returns empty-handed
You are just one in a million
One in the everspinning madness of passionate eternity
Turning around, spun by the momentum of regret
Objection caught in a breath, I do not want to hurt you
Nor do you want to be here with me tonight
Cushions so soft against bruised up skin, scars on scars
We sway to the melody of stirred up surfaces
God might look down on us lost animals
Foolishly licking the wrong wounds
Creatures of the night, begone now
Let the soul rest, return the body where it belongs
Lust is a poison that makes the world go mad
And I succumb to the weight of guilt to become free once again.

Some people sit and watch and say nothing at all, and others say too much and miss everything and everyone around them.

In a way, a persons silence seems to give a looming of power the them over others. On the other hand, they are outspoken and have no control of any given situation. Is there gray area between the two? Can you be silent without being mysterious? And can you be silent without being disregarded?

Some people may find need to fill silence with sound, with their own voice. In my own experience, the people who do this tend to be overtly confident, but lacking in charisma. These people build themselves up past the point of admirable. They drive themselves off the cliff of confidence and into the sea of cockiness. Can one be an everspinning record without putting themselves on a pedestal?

Where is the inbetween? Can there be a constand buzz behind silence or is there only disregardable ringing and deafening quiet?