A Summer on Mute

January 21, 2008
When sunlight came around
Perhaps it burned me hard
A summer without sound
August left me scarred

My mind? She was muted
While all the world was quiet
Such world remains polluted
My soul? A miniature riot

Oh, imaginary silence
Helped me to slow in movement
I have yet to stop the violence
Yet, learned to fake improvement

My mind? She's begining to die
with everything that I lack
Never was a sunlit sky
Painted with clouds of black

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