And I am the silent one
Sitting in a cage;
I only have three lives left
And tomorrow is the sorrow of all sorrows
Disturbingly I am inept--
Unkept and upset, I marvel at my majesties
The talent of words are suspect
And romantic hearts die in rage
My deadness is of my emptiness...
Oh the dying breed of willingness
Let my happiness oblige
Thank you for your distant treason
Smooth pens do not fill the soul--
And I am the silent one
Sitting in rage;
Flowers keep their hands off me
As the garden grows euphorically
The sirens press against my skin
And all the rage comes afoot,
Oh my silent treason has no lures
I ache to one\'s society
What heart breathes of distant air? I
don\'t know
For the reason for treason is love
A thousand hearts break in one
night...for I live inside my head
So what is the answer to this question
I\'m trying to convey?
For this crying riddle redeems
itself for whatever reason
I really don\'t know the answer to
this question...except life;
Can you ever resist the ball and chain
Reckoning the silence throughout this?
The red light flickers at one\'s conversation...
How deep is your love when it is led?
For every rose has a crush,
But no one knows it until it blooms...
My body is bound to many mysteries
No need in being spiteful, for I am not
perfect
For humans are like seeds
We are deeply planted
And rooted down to the seams--
And behold, the passion is nice and flaired
What poetry can spare the taking?
For these are my words in reason
Swinging from chandelier to chandelier,
And all that you are worth is a part of me;
What dire suspense do you breathe?
For I breathe wonder through my loins
What desperate plea leads to a bargain?
For I am the silent one.