Schtimm Endore
The lights never meant for some:
Shining with the strangest glow
..I don’t know that language well
Everyone loves happy ends
Mirrors blank. Faces unknown
Who can clearly see that there’s
Just one good trick in the book
No regrets. No plan B
Silencing the silence
Emptying the empty
Silverswoonalong:
Just silent. Empty
Dry your tears my friend- Or don’t
If you think that makes you good
Go on- Throw me to the wolves
Maybe that`s where I belong?
The silence.