Silence

Silence

 

You can see the time

Slipstream the rhyme

You can feel sublime

Within the grime

 

When the rooms go hollow

All the sounds go silent

Soon the dreams that follow

Fill the scenes with violent

 

You can smoke the heat

But it’s nothing sweet

You can drum the beat

Of a social retreat

 

Crimson lightning strike

Just off to the right

Illuminates the plight

While the mind takes flight

 

The thunder rolls

Right on through the souls

Only heaven knows

What all the silence holds

 

You can see the time

Slipstream the rhyme

You can feel sublime

Within the grime