screams

The silent head, cries out so loud,
inside the coffin of anonymity.
but the masked face below the falling cloud,
lends out all the forged serenity.

Clouds of smoke driven deep within,
at the end of every passing day,
give momentary relief from that sinkin' feeling,
but in the morn, the silent head again sighs in dismay.

Try to speak where lips are sealed,
tightly sewn with the bloody thread,
all the sunshine never revealed,
the words that hung around unsaid.

Empty eyes staring the deep black skies,
filter through the cobwebs of the broken dreams
float and swim around the eyes,
but the silent head isn't allowed his screams!