A thousand thoughts are spoken loudest in silence.

The people all stare,

They all think I dont hear each thought,

As if it were spoken just upstair,

They could all sit here and rot,

And im going to be honest, I wouldent care.

Im here for the thrill, you were for the gold filled pot,

They are staring at me now,

As they watch you bleed out,

Your lucky I didnt know how,

To cut out your lungs so you couldn’t shout,

I turned and took a bow,

While all she did was pout.

I hear the sounds of the silence,

Nice and loud,

“She isnt even a little tense?”

“She honestly looks much to proud”

I smiled nice and wide, because I wouldn’t repent,

There thoughts thought silent, to me seemed, quite loud.

So i’ll silence every thought that becomes a think,

Because they pound against my head much to hard,

And ill write with there blood like ink,

Just wait until they see my finnal card,

I wont leave a single link,

Ill put each thinker in the yard.

My favorite thing is silence,

That means no pounding,

No more waiting in suspence,

Just unwinding.

Using my 6th sense,

Until the silence starts breaking.

For silence adds to the ringing in my ears,

I silenced the most annoying voice,

It feels like its been years.

They stare like I had a choice,

But silence only makes tears.