Silence
The quiet is an endless street,
a street with glass and metal stabbing my very soul,
it has left my skull broken, my thoughts left flying, can you hear them, the screaming and the killing thoughts,
I was left on this quiet and empty street, never to be heard,
never to be spoken with my own real words, only silence lingers ,
only my thoughts are left and my broken skull,
mingled together to create my very quit being.
