Sean P. Pratt

Silence

Silence...

The serene motion of waves

A cool, gentle breeze flows through my head

My eyes gaze at endless skies

Haunting eyes

A cat

 Purring her wealth

Snakeskin mandolin

Pulling strings of hate

Masturbate

Castrate

Asphyxiate...

I can't breathe anymore

They haunt my dreams and visions

Freedom lies in youth

We are never really free

Only the young can truly live

Only the old can truly see