"Surrounding the Mute"

[bassofface]

I sit as the glare takes my eyes
Hostage spelled with an equation
My finger tips drip with a soft rhythem
I can't help but teach its pulse
The forms in which I lay my life
Upon the waves of an asylem
I can't help but to gently touch my teeth to it
Vibrations of the most generous stimulent
You can't touch what you cannot feel
For life is a song without rhythem
You try to count the measures
But a million melodies surround the mute
You fight back while choking on squid
Choking upon fluid
Yet still dancing with candle light
My lungs mourn for cancer
My heart...I guess...
I find it funny that stone reaches water
That hurt rhymes with heart in a world without rhythem
I'll be Frank
You just watch...