Breaking down, no sound
Silence is the reigning king
But what is silence?
Better times? Forgotten memories?
Forgotten faces? Lost voices?
Voices we remember, yet can't hear
Faces we love, but can't remember the lines
From the jaw, to the chin, up to the lips
The beating heart, their eyelashes as they blink
While your fast asleep
I always thought I was a man of my word
Apparantly there was something I forgot
My words
If I could show you the world through my tired eyes
My aching back, my blistered feet, my bleeding fists
I don't think it's something you want to see
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