Silence

Footsteps thunder through the perpetual hours of time

Burning like the words flying out rhyme after rhyme

Hours turn to days that crash upon you one after one

I hate this feeling, the one that tells you to run

So I deplete it, defeat it, turning it to a dying sun

It quiet..........I'm not entirely done

Flashes of light ignite, the beginning of a spark

Things were dark, my game hit its mark

Things are happening now, the remnants of the past are fading

Now the junction of liberation have begin stimulating

Those needs, compulsive greed's

Like seeds they grow into superfluous deeds

That shape our life into Van Gogh's dreams

Shooting into space like moon beams, silent screams