7

Sometimes the loudest words are whispers,
Quietly screaming at poison pictures.
Vividly fading into the shadows,
As brilliant darkness leads to the gallows.

Sometimes the hardest hit is gentle,
Cheerful pain is turning you mental.
Ignorant knowledge of things around,
Rapid caution makes not a sound.

Sometimes the bendiest brick is broken.
Silenced in screams after you've spoken.
Kind looks of disgust swirl on his face.
As curving daggers plough up into space.

Sometimes the sun is dark and sad,
But I promise nothing will make you feel bad.
I'm standing over you.
I am the watcher.
I care.
I dare.
I'll stare,
him down, til he is a sigh.
Sit down and sit up, theres no need to cry.
Because sometimes the weather,
gets you in a tether,
and there's no way I would ever say Bye.