if it's words that break the silence i'd sold for another chance then surely you must have broken me the glass like bits as i tear into another self-created void another piece of quiet to shatter as you raise the volume of the hi-fi stereo crackling another record, another cruel word haunting the empty air rising like smoke inhaling the vapors the sound of yor voice and it shatters me somehow again and again where the shards lay still glinting idealists with broken ideals (you can't always believe) still silence proves unworthy each time as it's shattered as i buy chances (sell the dreams of quiet) and you raise the hi-fi volume crackle play another record and those words break me again shatter my void again...........
Reason for writing:
images in my brain, i guess.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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