Code of Silence

If it were me I would definitely want someone to run and tell, Knowing what I know, seeing what I see, No doubt that emptiness is on a long journey to hell. Ring the alarm better yet sound those bells, A baptism is in order to prevent any significant time in jail, The damage is quite severe, Surgery is the only option, A facelift can be a swift gift that has the potential to uplift and destroy this curse quick, I tend to ask or inquire if the brain’s sick. The life one lives mimics that of an addict, Believing all is gravy while their actions are manic, Fortunately, little Ruxpin still moves innocently, Cries like a starving baby, No bite, No fight, Unlike the potential for being hooked to drama, or a connected flight to slight those who care most, Like the change in weather patterns from coast to coast, This behaviour sickens me, It’s something I loathe. I try to step back my involvement always seems to give it another coat, Nothing happens, Just a headache and a sore throat, These heavy waves coincide with the lack of a captain to right his ship, I wish I was Jessica Fletcher in solving the murder she wrote.