Esteem Streams (Song)

Sweet silence:
you're the sound that never ends;
a distant scar on frozen stars in a world that makes no sense.
I'm a homeless crude
nestled in his tent,
singing last refrains as Summer rains a song that never ends.

When the mirrors call me 'creep'
and the sun won't shine the day:
when the devil laughs, calls a pass and walks the other way.
When she takes away my sight
and blinds me from the light,
then leaves me there in salted air to pickle in the lies.
With hands this old and used,
heart: this soft and bruised;
hopes that fall like Autumn leaves to the yearnings of her muse.
Eyes: set low and jaded,
breath: shallow and faded
from lungs that smell of cigarettes that mark the times I've waited.
I've nestled here so long
in the glory of this song
and still I lay, in teary waves, 'til the oceans deem me gone.