coventry

such silence weighs like a heavy chain on neck bowed low, onlookers see it not when appearances matter thus the robotic motions are set forth, like ping pong balls dashing to and fro, what for? i do not know why customs exist and the red tape is all around this mouth that can no longer open, sewed tightly, bound and gagged thought a way out came from fresh air then breath became stale again, it was not meant to be - another reminder that this labyrinth confuses, shapes of euphoria fade out, like fireflies unable to glow when dead. or partly asleep? i know not when the mind tries to touch where the heart once had been, finds it not when the pumping action no longer finds meaning in the push and pull of tides uncontrollable. wild. chaotic. now even the eyes and ears are slowly shut down, silence so cold, so deep the brittle glass breaking made no sound.