started to write ’bout silence in early morn…nothingness of the dark…no sounds…just quiet…and then a car passed…a motorbike went-by…train whistle blew…there was no silence to write ’bout…
heard the toilet runnin’ down the hall…a man shouting at a television behind closed doors…shower turnin’ on…a woman singin’…screechin’…there was no silence to write ’bout…
and there were voices in my head…questioning…always questioning whether or not to stay afloat…continue playin’ the game…internal screamin’…yellin’…mayhem inside the soul…there was no silence to write ’bout…
dmseay 