The Quiet Voices are Killing Softly

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The Quiet Voices are Killing Softly

Twisted thoughts and frantic dreams
fragments left of broken ties
watching quietly as all things shatter
Watching through the cruelest eyes
Soon it really doesn't matter
How cold are the lies
So much colder after

Distant voices moan in pain
darkest rooms of blackest walls
The outcome is the same
Soon to die and soon to fall
never really make the game
bloody tears are after all

Twisted thoughts and frantic dreams
Things are never as they seem
The quiet voices are killing softly

-Spider

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

Spider’s Poems (24)

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No Echos 1
Never Cry 0
Quiet Tears 0
Lost Soul 0
The Answer 1
The Game 1
The Other One 0
Things 0
Game Over 0
Beware the Black Widow 0
Just Whisper 0
My Love 1
Cry Not Words 0
That Day 1
No Longer to Me 0
Tunnel of Time 0
Fragments 0
Never Forgotten 0
The Quiet Voices are Killing Softly 0
In My Needing 0
The Rose 1
Nightmare 0
No More Tears 1
Forbidden Love 0