The Blissful Night
In this world full of noise
we are taught we must try
to scream above the rest
if you are silent
none will know you
but
wouldn't it be tragic
if you scream
yet no one wishes
to hear
scream until your lungs bleed
we have gouged out our own eyes
we would rather see nothing
than see suffering
that might try to make us move
there are those in the world
who are oh so evil we know
not the ones who cause suffering
no
the ones who point it out
we will live in the blissful dark
white noise drowns out the screams
all while wondering
can you hear me?