Silent minds

They ask me to silence my mind and dance to the rhythm that was set for me. I never had much chance to chose and turned out walking mindlessly. Thinking little at all about nothing in particular. I felt zombiefied and like the chips had fell in the spots they may.

A box. The world trapped me in a box. No one ever unpacked me. To the corner I may stay or down the river I may float or loaded to ship I may sink in. As long as my mind is silent, no harm. But harm comes along the way anyways. Everyday there is a new person inking my soul with their sharpened words that cuts like a paper cut. So simple, so painful. "But silence your mind dear child and probably the monster will shoo. The monster that who live in your head." Silence my mind and they will go away. But they stayed. Not the monsters. The sharpened words stayed. The wounds stayed. They never healed. So everywhere I traveled a trail of blood followed. With all the blood I lost I wondered why my heart kept beating. But every last heart beat, I thought would be my last. I thought would crumple up dry and I'd choke on it or my heart would simply give out. But more heart beats followed. But more blood was lost.

What good was a heart and soul if it's being constantly being eaten by a monster? What does my heart beats? Blood is the answer. But not every monster can just be out for blood. There's something my heart beats that everyone loves. And loathes. Maybe that is why the monster rates my heart. I lost all my graces. I don't want tor be silent. But I must keep a silent minds. Don't think. Just dance to the rhythm that was set for me.