Aiight here it is ... Good Luck
Silence has me in its death grip, trapped in it's basement
Wordless sounds are followed by toungeless statements
My lungs cant grasp the air they need to realese my thoughts
My throat follows in progression, each letter is fought
I hear everything so clear, But yet its still silents words
My adjectives have lost power, no more violent verbs
I see faces of others, it seems my other senses are intact
But the silence drowns the happiness, its too loud to react
The evil that i used to hear, suddenly simply dissapeared
I use my eyes to pronounciate words, so i only sit and stare
My hearing is lost or maybe its the silence that i feel
Because the streetlights are bright, but the words are not real
My voice was thrown away so my other senses would prosper
And i love sight and smell, But i need hearing on that roster
I strain to put together words, But no matter how hard i try it
My ear lobes take a vacation, and im stuck right back in silence