silent defeatist

the silence is only sweet if it nourishes, not if it kills, not if it makes you deaf everytime you hear it. not if it's resonating through your brain cavity and reminding you that you're merely stuck here doing nothing for no-one. silence is selfish because it will rape you over and over. silence as you sleep that you try to cover up with dreams and heavy breathing, but the silence is the beginning- when you finally calm yourself down enough to gurgle your last living breath for the day at hand. silence chew my headnods in between our favorite songs. silence as if we think something is wrong. intuitive ingestion suggestion. disgusting. revolt against the perpetual silence with fitting noise, with a loud fucking bang. how about the drip of blood of the edge of a sword after the swift slice of meat. butchered and beautiful. silence when we fuck because its easier to pretend that way. silence when we were supposed to have a talk, a discuss, when we were supposed to go over the ways we felt before, when we were supposed to figure out what was wrong. don't raise your hand in agony, the lecture is easier to accept in silence. silence as the air stopped seeping from the tires. and we are tired of trying to keep quiet. next time we have a prayer session- I am going to scream. i'm going to yell how I feel, not cringe in silence. it's so morbid to be so relaxed, like your on drugs, like you liked being owned. still acting like you never knew. silent defeatist!