Civility’s Iron Curtain
Without the voice, we have no meaning. To others we’re nothing but shells.
Why can’t I speak? I’m sent, careening. Into a silent hell.
Deep within my thoughts are teeming. To nobody them I can spell.
Without the voice, we have no meaning. To others we’re nothing but shells.
Why can’t I speak? I’m sent, careening. Into a silent hell.
Deep within my thoughts are teeming. To nobody them I can spell.
