Why waste words, when silence kills us faster?

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Syn, Jun 4, 2013.

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  1. Syn

    Syn Well-Known Member

    Will no words suffice?
    Such sarcastic silence,
    seeking release, peace.

    I surrender.
    A criminal offender, Petty pretender
    Reckless dissenter with no center.

    Vent, but the dents stay, playing
    With heart, soul, and mind.
    Why can't I find a way to fly


    Thoughts disperse, replaced by questions;
    Where am I? What time is it?
    What the fuck is wrong with me?

    Hazy, spinning, my world raves.
    I crave reckless self-destruction,
    Self-reduction, deduction of years.


    Induction of trauma, simple instructions,
    Met by overwhelming obstructions,
    Effervescent fluxions distort the reproduction.

    Willpower falls from hands like sand,
    Life is unplanned, second hand,
    Pointing fingers and eyes always misunderstand

    Too numb to give a damn,
    How can one expect us to withstand?
    How can I make anyone fucking understand?

    I feel so tired, undesired, and uninspired
    Such surreal disconnection, I am pristine imperfection
    A wasting complexion, healing, pointless resurrection
    This infection of dejection, like an injection
    Of slowly dying affection as I drink rejection.
    Worthless, I just want to avoid all detection.
    This self-destructive story never had direction.
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    silence can be worse i agree hun
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