NOISE
You cannot be given more pain
all of your lives are ending today
you are flying just like the rain
looks like you have nothing to say
you cannot be given more life
the body has been drained
you absorbed your last knife
looks like you've become a Saint
Silence! There's an angel falling
replaced by another
Silence! From your brain they're calling
you're not our father
Silence! But your mouth is talking
why should we bother?
Silence! There will be no warning
the Saint prays for slaughter.
all of your lives are ending today
you are flying just like the rain
looks like you have nothing to say
you cannot be given more life
the body has been drained
you absorbed your last knife
looks like you've become a Saint
Silence! There's an angel falling
replaced by another
Silence! From your brain they're calling
you're not our father
Silence! But your mouth is talking
why should we bother?
Silence! There will be no warning
the Saint prays for slaughter.
posted by Sly Boots at 12:15 AM
1 Comments:
The only thing that makes your poetry different from any other is that 'it speaks'. Smile.
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