One Of Tainted Hearing
I am there again, stated in such magnificent silence, only once I told myself; to keep the balance, allowing another's serenity.
By my hand, by my benevolence; I slip into their outline, crafting pathways through their voice; if only all were as quiet as these.
To be sentenced, to be eased, to be silenced and to be declared deceased.
Sent back, away from these tumbling seas; by my hand, by my decision, by me; what is done is by my decree!
Too many whispers, too many have been broke