Silent Serviced. Written by Ash Wednesday. Unforthcoming presence Hushed words of protest Completely quiet, still inaudible mess. Silent service, predicting all needs. Psycho sematic all part of the "diseases" Voiceless and tongue tied At a loss of words. Nevermind what I was about to say I am failing to find the words Unpronounceable Unvoiced I want to just scream out in pain Tired of being taken for granted The static and air waves unmoved and provoken I will curb my words to provide you a false comfort A mute moment of composition I am not who you think I am Who you thought I may have been Shy and reserved, I hold my cards to my chest A silent lip service cohort I laughed at this whole situation Silently surveying Noticing the plot holes Do you hear the Earth channeling An inaudible mess.
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