Moments of silence
Moments of solace to lower your rate
Times are pointless, yes
The door
The door slams and there’s still no, still no sound here
I wish I had reviled
Then there would have been
There would have been a reason to capture reason
So annihilate these shackles
Transgress again
What’s five minutes between the two of us?
Vexed in this condition
Vacant conversations
The smallest abbreviation would annoy
The varied solutions that would convey
The smallest abbreviation would annoy
The varied solutions that would convey
A puff of smoke
In my face and there goes the door again
A flat drink in my hand
Broken toes and an unapologetic “I’m sorry”
Your laugh, cacophonous little laugh
Your wrath, raptitious little wrath
Moments of silence
Moments of solace...
Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
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