SENT MAD BY TRYING TO CREATE SILENCE

story teller 
well we crucified him for to many tales
who;s shouting inside this darkest light
mothers stirring another ancient flying sight

TV  is molten and running over my naked flesh
your changing channels with nails and a gun
howling teeth marching in time
carrying two torn lips tied in the vine

crawl with me on the painted stairs
round and round the circle draws
last breaths try to escape but iron laughter
breaks the captive

SILENCE

SILENCE

SILENCE

then the madness ,
the dance of false
passed away in unmarked ships
neat rows
let me smash the glass
let me find the silence
who ever has silence