Silence

I'm a man with no goal,
A shell with no soul.
I'm beautifully horrid;
Brokenly united.
Loud are my muted pleas,
Silently roaring, like the sea.
I am famous, but unknown.
In the multitudes, I stand alone.
A genius with no intelligence,
Buried alive, by the loud-silence.





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