Heart pained passions fly to dusk,
Hide them here, all but there,
Tell me dear, what’do I hear?
Naught a word, silent tears.
And where might you reside,
Within these clouds-
Trapped in time you bide,
Or sincerely passed, and gone?
Broken pencil tips, whispering lips,
Hearts ablaze, and hearts destroyed;
Things I’d muse, confide in you,
If, misconstrued, their pact prevailed:
In the open crowd, a cavalcade of faces,
A minority in the menagerie; his prison,
And on his brow a quake, a quiver,
Behind those eyes the dams of depression,
In screaming silence, minds will shatter
And bleed dry the terror of a thousand hearts;
In silence our minds will lock, will warp—
Silence will scream a thousand secrets