Paroles de Dissertation: 14

The silence we've found always prouder than the voice you lost. clawing through words dropped from lips content with a last breath like a heretic. finding a dream of salvation; a hint of reality too involved for imagination. this will be a tribute to the years we've spent building so much nothing, a homage to our hands lost to empty sounds. the loudest days hiding hopeless eyes; looking for a lifeline but only breaking ties. we are so many lifetimes away from the one we want to be. take your place and play the part. wear your make-up like a weapon.