the streets are cold
all sound is numb
a melody of centuries
that never speaks
a faint release
it seeps through dreams
like rays of frozen
sunlight sneaking through the trees
it dwells on lips that hold back tears
within eyes destined as disguise
it lives in words that stay behind,
in careless lies
no whens or whys
a hymn of desperation
a soundtrack to unease
a string of empty chords
that never decrease
it stains our hearts
& there it stays
a song of monsters of our days
it is us
the silenced ones
the symptom, cure & the disease
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last line sums it all up, great work
I love the use of music (or non music) as a subtle metaphor in this
i guess i have been unconsciously influenced by The sound of silence tho i was aiming for something entirely different.. plus ive been more focused on music than writing lately so i guess thats a reason too 🙂 thank you for reading friend
A brilliantly composed and hypnotic reflection that glides from line to elegant line. Masterful work. My respect.