My feet stay on the ground; am I the only one
that feels it shake?
There's more pain than what's at stake.
{I can feel the blood rushing, but it cannot be found}
Can you hear hold loud it is?
Can you even hear the sound?
Caught between the enticement of death;
Buried underneath ignorance and the shortness
Of your breath;
Seemingly harmless, silence should be the strongest.
But it's weak, trips the meak, and
kills you the longest.
