What Good this deafness
That my whole life I had
Dread
What good this deafness
With this voices in my head
What good this deafness
If this prattle I must hear
If I were blind I'm sure they
Wouldn't disappear
Did you really want to believe
What you're saying
Did you really want to be here
Alone
Have I interrupted a moment
of praying
While your life's decaying
Your sins are they weighing
While you've been carving your
stone
All on your own
Did you really want to sit here
In silence
Could it be that brooding is
Part of your art
Is it an extension of artistic
License
A moody defiance
Of all of life's Tyrants
While you've been searching
Your heart
Alone with us in the dark.
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