The silence rips, spits and shakes
Its eyes so white its arms held wide
The taunt the leer the hiss the laugh
I cover my eyes to let it all out

I stand I sit I walk I sigh
I watch the cradle, the neck so snug
I vent I hit I smoke I sob, I want
So much to curl and die

The noise of still so wild in my ear
I implore I beseech I beg for the shrill
Of the sound that I loathe so much
The soft of the voice to appease and to touch