Fragile sounds disturbing my sentence of silence
Like the ink dipped needle of a brand new tattoo
Words that should've been spoken earlier wither
Forgotten and worn out like a used leather shoe
The wrinkles of heavy silk speak softly of tomorrow
While yesterday's thoughts still echo in an empty room
Smoke inhaled deeply burns trails like fire on skin
And I can feel the blood dripping from the moon
The fluorescent lights illuminate the lies of the day
When dark waters crash on abandoned cliffs at night
White paper sail boats sinking within the salty waves
Nothing appears the way it is not even black or white
When dancers embrace the death of a new tune
Listening to the drum of a sledgehammer outside
While the news exaggerating events on brittle paper
I feel hot tears of sorrows - the ones I've never cried
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