Where I sit is where I lived
Lies and people who arrived
I painted everything black
Protects me from those who attack
My lovely place holds no sound
Or any new things abound
Where all the echoes are choked
And fantasies none provoked
In this place of nothing time
All my words sublime
Laying on the quiet floor
Where I can’t see anymore
Phrases vanish into air
Warning of things I can’t prepare
Oh, soon my voices will fade
I hear no more serenades
Opinions will be overthrown
To be placed in dark unknown
Where not a scream can be heard
Where thoughts will be absurd
Words escape my little hands
Like small crystals of sand
Now I must depart from here
A place I hold very dear
This world where I cannot speak
Held forever as my antique
Becoming forever nix
No more my eyes be transfixed
A place I must resist
A place where no sound exists
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