Silenced

The deafening sound causes the ears to seek for peace
To listen for a beautifully orchestrated tune.
To accept the voice of acceptance
And to rejoice at the sound of laughter.

The voice- it yearns to roar!
The tongue dances behind these lips at the voice of freedom.
But the mouth remains unmoved.
Speech is impaired by the one who speaks too much.

In this makeshift reality I have limited myself to be a victim. But in the abandoned truth is reassuring hope for reconstruction. And after a night of deprived sleep I have woken up to who I am. Now it's time to rewrite our history. Not with bias anger but overwhelming compassion.

The key to unlock the mind is swallowed by a deceiving thought. Slithering down its host's throat the deceitful thought finds a tender surface on the heart and begins to burrow. Smothering words smooth talk their way beyond seduced lips and release a lethal poison into the room. Each breath that the subconscious body inhales contains depression and the emotions begin deteriorating the lungs. Destructive desires strike your frame like electricity and kills the lights. Darkness. The thought has successfully broken through the delicate muscle surrounding the heart. Sunken eyes capture distorted shadows dancing on the ceiling. The pupils dilate with the frail flickering of movement. Too much to witness and the overwhelming visions cause the retinas to explode out of their sockets and visions deflate themselves leaving black holes to gaze out of. Chains linked by innocent bones that are covered by the impurity of human flesh have been discreetly placed around a vital structure that compels ones self to sense injustice and leads the subconscious. The soul. The chains are pulled creating a gut wrenching tension. Bones splinter and shatter as the weight of burdens in the form of a sledgehammer maliciously massacres the skeleton. Screams morph into laughter, which signals to the brain that life is soon to end. Insanity calms your heartache as a flock of teeth baring paper cranes made up of every self pitying journal entry ever to leave your pen, rips the sound from the throat and leaves it to be obliterated by the explosive taunts of the only sounds a mute can make. voices in the head.