Black Silence

The song of the soul is not jazz Lowliness crumbles beneath the bruised conscience Its a new day but the world is still the same Pajamas can create a riot when they are not washed Dirt and disorderliness of the furniture can be really peaceful But who would know that? The unexplained-ness of the haywire life one leads teaches the weary soul of the need Of noise, more than harmony Its like the unraveling of obscurity When the whole world doesn't understand you, You feel victorious The destructive novelty blended with the Stupendous childishness of ideas Alienate... Increasing the loneliness but helps in shaping up the mind: Its like a strangler Choking is pleasure when in an adventurous mood And the zeal in discovering whats beyond logic Puts imagination before facts Yes, I'm dying This time I like it more than ever.