Chant of Silence

            
             
I kissed the sky, and it fell silent        
I met the ground with such violence      
                
How awful to feel lonely in the company of the skull and of the spine             
                
Sometimes, I can still feel his grunts vibrate throughout my jawbone,      
the sour of his breath seeping into my blue skin              
     
How awful to feel lonely in the company of the skull           
                 
The remains of a mangled mind stained with its body's own blood, shit, and tear            
             
Reminiscence of the pain stays littered sporadically-        
throughout the nerve endings and blanket of skin      
       
There were seeds of shame planted in this body            
Its infrastructure molding,            
   
How awful to feel lonely in the company of the spine      
                 
The oxygen in the room had lost its importance,                
Its touch all cloy, the taste of disgust              
                 
Its dignity followed yours and fell like dust through the cracks of the dirty floorboards                
                 
Its presence offered no help, no such luck            
           
It sat      
in its own silence      
     
And watched from the corners of the shrinking room      
As you're being torn apart from the inside      
     
Choking on all the rough       
                 
From the spleen - to the spine - to the bum and all over again until his cowardice has cum                
         
How awful to feel lonely in the company of the heart                
                 
Trying so desperately to remove the vandalism out of your barren house of bones
to clean all the spit and sob from the mess of hair
scrubbing even the shadow                 

Grateful for the short moment of numb  
Listening to a silent song
Savoring the soft of being alone            
         
How awful to feel lonely within the company of your own body                
                 
It's snowing now            
The snowflake drips red        
Iron taints it's taste                
Its bitter cold outside but I can't feel anything               
                 
If the mind was a person, he wouldn't know her         
       
If the heart was the earth, he'd destroy her            
       
They'd all destroy her                
                 
And in the company of the skull and of the spine and of my silence-                 
                 
I too, destroyed her