SWEET SILENCE She calls Used to the silence As her voice bounces back to her like a boomerang And settles back in her throat Never heard by anyone else Until A whisper Like glass cutting into her soft skin Tumbles out her lips And slices into the thin air Breaking it Into slivers of silence Now polluted by noise Her sweet silence Ruined by one word BROKEN HUMANS Broken humans Dancing in the moonlight Cups in hand Hearts on the floor, Being stepped on by pointy heels Being crushed by the weight of the burdens they carry Broken by themselves Broken by their brokenness A MESSAGE FROM DEATH Tired boy,
Why don’t you sleep? Rest your head On the dirty ground And close those pale eyes For you have been through too many troubles Why don’t you go? Away from this place, this vile earth? For I have a place far,far away Where you can dream And dance once more Like you did before those legs gave out Dear boy, don’t be afraid of me. Close those eyes To never wake again And you will be carried in my strong hands Which are covered by my black cloak And they shall take you Far, far away Where you won’t have pain in your chest Where you shall have two legs once more Where you won’t cry for your mother As she reached here before you So tired boy, Why don’t you sleep? Rest your head On the dirty ground And close those pale eyes For you have been through too many troubles
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