silence was a priceless gift

but i didn’t know it then

because everything is precious

when it has to end

the waves of the quiet

lapped over my wasting corpse

gently lulling me to safety

my body would enforce

but now the noise does choke me

with its dark and sharpened claws

as i scream into the darkness

drowned out by the applause

the thorns drain me of blood

our bodies are packed in

confined to our collective prison cell

as the lights slowly dim

i would give my money and my limbs

to earn back the priceless gift

we had to throw away

but that’s the thing we missed

you only know what you had

when it ceases to exist