big fat lip

this is a poem to her...so all the hims know...yep they can kill u...

xxx


With a bang it happened, this silence,
a nuisance, that was scary as we all sat alone;
the organ without the grinder moaned,
this salient reminder,
of nothingness, blissfully, bottomless,
spilling over, around, bathing, washing drowning us, this,
word cursing, deaf defying; silence
and not, just from
within.

The viscus lack of noise, was frightening, man made emptiness, industries,
waste product, our minds left to rot, in a future born from tranquility, your moronic bosom undone with God's own Sunday...

So silent, our thoughts became, our own,

neurologically rising, to a place of no e()go,
conscience - unabashfully

Silent, thought became their own, assailing sense and intelligence rising;
as life bored its teeth into us.



and then it stopped, that deadly peace,
and we all took comfort,

in the sounds of passing sirens.