I am trapped in a rotten sorrow.
So bleak is my existence,
That I plead for ignorance.
Let them not know me.
Or dare touch the depths of my despair.
But let them linger within reach.
My heart will be too deceased if they stray.
For them, I will remain silent.
A ghost in a dancing banquet.
Staring down from the chandelier.
Humming along with a damaged tone.
And silent, In the cage of my loss.
I would love to live,
But for the fear that my touch, destroys.
I remain in the silence of my noise.