Press mute
And all your worries
Shall go to hell
And stay there
For all I care.
Close, I’m close
To seeing your brute face
As a curse upon my smile
And that happy embrace
With which you shut my eyes.
Kind are your words
Sly is the tone
A scar on my face
A few damaged bones
That form the skeleton
Of my broken self.
Broken, yet unbroken
That is how this shall work
No more tears left to cry
No more gifts left to give
So build your own house
And stay inside, inside!
Yes yes, the mute didn’t work
Never in my lifetime
Go get your remote in check
The battery has died
Died with a boot in its face.
Clap my hands
And wave you goodbye
This is the end
Of a torture ride
Adios, Herr Enemy
Stay on the other side.
I can actually feel the soothing voice of poet and the self absorbed literary skill that almost exerts feelings in the most wonderful way. I hope they continue to write such wonderful writes.