Quiet Violence

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I've forgotten how to speak
Because my words are not the right ones
And while they stir the birds and bees
It's as if nothing's been done

I apologize at my ineptness
And for singing out of tune
I tried at screaming but the timing was off
My sobs all broke too soon

So my lungs have filled with heavy air
Liquid moonlight dripping down
I try to exhale but all I hear
Is broken keys, the melody drown

I look up at the holy ghosts
With sad salutes and voices like thunder
Could I make the kids dance, could I make the kids cry
These questions I am left to wonder

And my stockings have finally given in to a hole
The costumes are falling apart
They've all but unraveled my hanging rope
And rejected my half broken heart

So in my final aching moments
I choke myself on the unspoken
Realize I've left no trace behind
No meaning in discarded tokens

It's sad that they're okay with this
To them it's not a shame
A silent tree fell in the forest
The world will stay the same

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