Who'll notice that the darkness crawls
To still the heart on which it falls
And while within such awful dreams
Who listens to the closed mouth screams?
Who'll notice that there is no light
To end the blackness of the night
And thus enwrapped it always seems
No one hears the closed mouth screams.
Who'll notice that what's felt inside
Is but the part that lately died
And as it leaves on darkened beams
No one hears its closed mouth screams.
Who'll notice that a man once stood
In this figure's darkened hood
And as the end toward him streams
Who'll listen to the closed mouth screams?
Michael....this is a bit different coming from you, but I like it alot...a bit on the darker side....powerful writing!