Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Broken Silence.

Hidden in plain sight
Codeless scum
No agenda
No need for wool
Becuase they all grow blind
Escaped from the masses
Without a change in form
No hissing from the snakes
No glowing eyes seen in the slits of cloaks
Our mouths could never stop moving
But our words they did nothing
The real silence is broken
Out of sight
Out of mind
Not this time
Out of sight
Out of mind
No, not this time
Not this time...