Mute

Don’t you hear us across the night?

We are a web of the wounded, spun in silence;

Our cries are sewn beneath our skin

Pumping through our patchwork hearts

To the steady sound of rain against the stillness;

We radiate the sense of suffocation

That smothers, and evokes oblivion;

But yet we sit in silence.

Can’t you hear us? Across the night,

We spread our souls upon the hush

And stitch by stitch, we bind and swell;

We pulse beneath the ground.

We are every subtle shudder

That drags at you in dreams.

We pray in the deadening darkness;

We beat against your bones.

Don’t you hear us

Across the night?

We are a screaming shock of silence,

A web woven of paralyzing weakness.

Stitch by stitch we shut our souls,

Victims without voices,

Sealed between the shadowed seams

of never-ending night.