in quiet-mode-silent to your ears-eyes
absent physically unconnected spiritually
where you think I should be only near you
I flee quickly so quickly I flee
dust doesn't have a chance to cloud
'round your way...somewhere 'round my/your way
the killing never stops and cops ohhhhh I am quiet
but alive and keen in my consciousness
heart a bit ruptured but beating strong
don't ask me to speak now...the story may never end
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
