the silence

Coveting for this hush to lie

Slashed on the razor's edge,

Mangled, purged of the chaos,

Mute in this garroting pledge.

 

Willing shards to incise, slit raw

Chained flesh of rotting pretence,

Bleeding in the recesses of this frigid mind

Escaping - the silence...

 

Longing for the scrying glass

To shatter inside my head,

Splinter, pierce the somber veil

Covering the core that bled.

 

Tears fall in aching drops

Pounding on each fragile sense,

Flowing down these fractured dominions

Escaping - the silence...

 

(Z.Q.)

 

 

Done