Mrs Dalloway
Always giving parties
To cover the silence
She's been drowning in
For years and years
For lives and deaths
For good and bad
Through ugly dreams and pretty nightmares...
She had her thoughts
Smartly hidden
Behind walls
Built in silence.
All the gods shot
When she turned around.
But they wouldn't need
Her suffering and pain;
Keep on joing all the grey
Clouds about to rain
For seasons and seasons,
With miserable silence.
They weren't satisfied
With her tears and lonely nights,
They wanted her soul
Just pouring out her chest.
Like wine
It smelled,
Like dark
It fell...
For creepy red eyes
Were never enough
To draw attention
To this hurt one.
She smiled
Like a ghost.
In a while,
She was frozen,
She could disappear,
You could only hear
The silence
That lived instead of her,
The silence she jogged through
In dizzy and foggy low atmosphere.
How dumb and forgiving
A being could be
In silence she was born
And dead she will be
Speaking no words
Not even whispering
No other being will know she will see
Silence with eyes, heart and poor purple blood...
Poor blood...she can't confess
What's more, she doesn't even want to.
She's a mess,
For all she knows is all will go away too
The silence breaks her though
In pieces, one to two, she cannot give them
Rest and peace and no lightening.
The silence takes it all
The silence's in control...
Pick yourself up
Cover yourself up
Warm yourself up
Love yourself
