ignorance is bliss
sometimes;
sometimes,
just a convenience
How many have died silent
excavating the relics of silence?
How many others
have been been convicted
for sacrilege?
and the nights, they fray
holding on tight
and the days try to slay
the invincible
do not seek the secret
to the silence
that parades by my dreams
i live safe in fetters
inside the cold tomb
pronouncing
visitors guilty
do not seek the secret
for once you know,
i will be no more.
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