Water Dripping Methodically In The Background

There were these words that longed  
to be released, but the heart kept  
them in a sinking ship near the  
Bermuda Triangle part of the brain.
 
Actions aren't as loud as we  
were lead to believe,  
constant wondering is  
actually quite maddening,  
I guess there's something about  
insanity that makes one want to  
see if things might change.  
 
The silence brings thoughts of  
mechanical gears rotating slowly  
in the mind, clicking into place  
one notch, tinging tines,
more crazy, more of nothing.  
dripping blood, sands of time.  
 
What a waste of this one life.  
 
Mute by choice, not design.