Sonic paint.
Your voice is broken,
why have you spoken?
No one is speaking,
they're probably all sleeping.
They listen to you, but they can not hear,
you lend them your voice, but spare your ear.
However, through the medium of sight,
weak as they are, try as they might.
Your picture, painted with paints of gray,
is articulated with thoughts of some fray.
From your audience' anguish,
to their mind's languish.
You complete their deboucher,
squeezing them into torture.
