Silent Screams

From birth to death our lives are sins only mild puppet
shows, till they end and we're lying cursed buried rows.

Taste of dirt mixed with blood still thriving in my mouth how hard is it to get some silence alone to myself?

Gun held high pointed low a bullet threw my head, the shell hit the floor before i realized I was dead.

Constant murmurs weeping shrieks whilst I'm underground six feet below and I still hear every sound.

Voices dieing mother's crying all but start to fade, no one ever thought I'd actually go this way.

Silence now all alone, finally by myself, if you're lonely just fetch another puppet from the shelf.

Eternal rest finally comes, an eternity to myself.