Hyperbolic Silence

Hyperbolic silence,
It’s like living in an
Anechoic chamber
Causing
Chaos that breathes
Life
And
Hatred
And
Desperation
Into a madman’s mouth
Causing him to scream
Blasphemies
Incoherent ramblings
Obscenities
And
Deranged proclamations.

It is this hyperbolic silence
Which causes the recital of
Beautiful odes
Endearing rhymes
Lively jigs
And
Sorrow filled songs.

It is this hyperbolic silence
That causes the clutching of heads
In a mad desperation
To block out the emptiness within.

This hyperbolic silence
Prevails among the silent few
Who walk with their heads down
Who wail and gnash their teeth
Until exhaustion overtakes them
And they sleep an unwanted sleep
Filled with hellish creatures
Singing
Blasphemous melodies
To the disgust of the wailing dead.

This hyperbolic silence
Is the silence
That plagues those
Who walk with smiles larger than life itself
Who laugh hardest
Who care deepest;
Who are the life of parties
That spread the joy that is foreign to them
The happiness their souls are denied.

This hyperbolic silence,
Is the isolation
That burns the fingers
With the cherry of a cigarette.
It is a living breathing cruelty
That pickles the liver
With whiskey days and vodka nights.
It is a relentless sorrow
That scorches the mind
With crystal smoke and opium dreams.
It is a hate-filled voice
That pulls the trigger
And fills floors and walls with blood.
It is the hand
Which guides the artist.
It is the tears that flow
For reasons unknown
Even to those who weep.
It is the shackles
That bind many
Into the servitude
Of doctors
And
Pills
And
Hour long discussions
About
Neglect
Daily beatings
Rape
Molestation
War
Brain damage
Or
The machinations of a shit filled gene pool…

This hateful silence
This beautiful silence
This deadly silence
This hyperbolic silence
Is a silence that does not forgive
Sins that remain uncommitted
By those slated to die
For crimes unknown.

We live in a void
Running into infinity
After a glimmer of light
To find what eludes us
To find an object
To fill a hole
That cannot be unseen
And may only be
A deranged illusion
Brought on by a mind unhinged…

We are Birthed
By this
We are consumed
By this,
This
Bitterness
This
Hopelessness
This
Deadliness
This
Self-destruction
This
Inverse Beauty
That brings
Hate filled wonders
With each new day
As we search
For a sound unknown
The sound of peace
That will overwhelm
This
Hyperbolic silence.

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