Unspoken
Watching the channels flip,break and fuzz out of white noise... The screams outlasted the days hours,weeped in a corner of solitude. Strange times and even stranger visits from father time himself.. The headphones blare loudly the music of your last symphony... The blood boils from a days loss and a silent prayer out to those who dont deserve it.. Who are you,what did you become?.... The constant scratching behind the eyes trying to eacape the fate we seek In the attic of hopelessness.. Tiny tones faint at heart help bring the soul up for failed resurrection... We are sorry for the love we lost, but unforgiving when we need to let a heart that's worse than ours in.... What will we forget? Let the words unspoken look back when the heart grows fonder of less dark times.. Like a safe bet,like an desolate land of darkness abyss... We cannot afford the mistake of mis-love.... Misery isn't just for the broken... Little by little we need to become... Stuck we may be... Drop down a gear and pull... One day... It will matter.. The today's now's become yesterdays try...















