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I can taste the sound of silence

painting murals on these walls

I can wade in the stillness

blanketing everything in flashlight beams

But every time I start to dip my hands into the paint

that outlines you into not a ghost

it sings cacophony into my fingertips.

My nightmares sneak their way

into every corner of my eyelashes

tied together with your rough tattered list

of everything I should be doing

I walk with dreams unguarded

because I can still drink smoke

from the aftermath of your time bomb.

I block my eyes

cover my ears

tear my brains out till I find your touch

But I still taste the sound of silence

painting murals on these walls

because here I can never win

and my vision’s out of time

tunneling across the legends of lost firecrackers

that used to smell like freedom.

Steep my vengeance in a bitter bliss,

mold my shudders into a sweet scream

Brush the maybes off the staircase

so I can fly in brisk bright blue again,

landing safely on the sound of silence

so it clashes like the crack of thunder

and I can finally find a sixth sense

that might tell me something right.