The Racket of Silence
By: Nash
A Silence I Cannot Describe
the crickets become annoying
a chirping sound so violent
the wind skips a beat ..
while the peace escapes its quiet
my facial expression ..
contains no ounce of progression
and the world knows ..
the agression behind my sarrow
but no body sees that my mind flees
the evil that arises come tomorrow
An Evening Comes
under my bed, screams a villan
he's quiet ..but he screams!
and yet does he have his filling
which is the reason for his being
he's mean, he's rampid ..
this intruder's violent and rancid!
i cannot see nor hear him ..
but still he produces a racket
my eyes water, and i hear laughter
how dark and evil it does sound
no large or small word could describe
he that is so obnoxiously profound
A Moon Floats Dead Center
he's an artist in a body bag
this monsters dead with a legacy
i can hear him whilst i sleep!
oh such a racket he yet ceasts
to give a wretched sinner like me
who's in the middle of his dreams
i awake in such a startle ..
so alert my sockets search my box
a cage in which i sleep
upon a matress filled with rocks
i try desprately to see this creep
but it's inside my head he knocks
The Crecent Lowers It's Flag
as a sliver of a moon lowers
i've yet to sleep as a man should
people peer into my boxes window
as if i actually look good ..
i do not know where i stay
nor what they're doing with me
but now here comes the day
and it's me they wont be forgetting
with a flash of life, his eyes stare in
the evil man ..of rancid and sin
it's so quiet, but such racket in my brain
is the thing simply binding me
as he courses through my veins
i start to scream, they bring restraints
and he just laughs in my face ..
as they bring me to the bad place
binding me now not only in my mind
but in a jacket ..and it hurts
a room of white, padded with a window
shows my life cannot be worse