In the eye of the
huricane of silence
Breeds a demented soul
whose only breath is violence
For the eye that refuse
to see it's own destruction
Lives a contentment that forges
a false satisfaction
To exist in a future
of past realities
And a fear that isn't there
but it is all left to believe
The day is light but
there is no sun
For the soul bruised by a lover
that should be a loved one
No crime can be greater than
the infestation of one's own seed
When the plaster and the antibiotic be the
catalyst that leaves the blistered soul to bleed
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