The simple silence resonates
through the deepest part of me.
It strikes a chord of bliss now,
now I must meet the exit please.
The words are hard to find
what lingers as you I pass by.
The man you used to know
is consumed by consuming lies.
Cipher I will not the codex
that has built the joy of my eyes.
Quickly I jot down some things
and remember how my soul cries.
Tormented by innocent musings
with which me I bring in haste.
Speak I will of your sustenance
though I know passion is a waste.
There are fields of grass where
no tree, brush or bramble is found.
Maybe I make a trek and endeavor
to seek places that possess no sound.
I breathe the smoke the devil provides,
turn and then say thank you good man.
Of all that I’ve known to be true now
is that pain and hurt reside in these lands.
I’ll find the back door in stealth now
as I see the wreck slowly approaching.
Dumure is the Dame dressed sharply
caution should be afoot as you’re going.
Forever though will I remember sight,
that of which my soul can sustain.
Of the bliss minus the white lies that
spring forth from the jaded brain.