Devil's Dandelion

Calling to the world from within my four walls Is not my cup of tea Maybe beer. The humming birds die due to cellphone frequencies I have decided to quit talking Scavenging on littered words Had never been my kwan The truce of dexterity Had been dipped into the labyrinth of blood, love and despair My mind is treading on the cloud of nothingness I seek for the time portal Squatted down to have a better look at the world From within the four walls. I lay back on my once-fluffy pillow Dream the memories The cranking of the door is defeaning Soundproof, I had lived Mute is good, Afterall, what is more important for the tongue.. To talk? To taste? To kiss....? The long hours like a deathly hallow Purge my soul Like the Devil's dandelion I flutter in the still, stale air As, I wait From within my four walls.