Taciturn by neil elliott beisson

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For all we know She died in the mud And everything froze out there When she let her last breath go And seconds after that A baby started to cry. She spread pieces of night in the midst of days That make people uncomfortable, make them look away Funny how as a kid We could tell right from wrong And how growing up into everything we despised We learned how to trick our conscience Down the road we wanted to avoid The one drawn by time towards the void We took her in, shared our food Then there was him and she took us for a fool Now that she’s passed, she’s the stuff inside our belly That stabs and smiles in the process The mirror that breaks When our image yells Guilt is the spell she shed On our worn out shell You could fast forward how life moved outside But if you asked us We’d tell you we also got stuck Frozen somewhere that night Water under bridges They’ve run their cycle several times now And we still stare outside Whenever outbursts of laughter catch our ears Wondering how fast they’d vanish Wondering how faithfulness was to be nourished You can ask any hairy chest We’re irrelevant puppets In the hands of love and life And to some people Counting your assets Really feels like a countdown before you let go Now tell us How are we supposed to walk? What kind of bearing should we have? How silent should we be? Tell us How you got to all those conclusions about us

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