On A White Straightjacket I Cut the Knot, Slit the Throat

by romeo must die   Jan 2, 2006


When silence strengthened the words unspoken
The mind can walk through the barren
Thoughts of truth can be a weapon

Why I live here, I tried to unfold
Without others choking me
Without others dictating me

If a single bullet can mean years of freedom
If a single clot can mean days of living
A fistfight ain’t enough but a struggle
A fistful hate all buried can shatter

The silence…
Your silence…
My patience…
You scum!
Your penance!

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