Karlo Sevilla of Quezon City
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
And silence has never been this harsh,
and now my life's one wicked farce.
Newborn babes cry no more,
the waves are mute when they wash the shore.
The tortured no longer scream in pain,
gone to sleep are they who have gone insane.
There are soothing words I want you to hear,
but your rejection is my greatest fear.
So in my angst, I'll give you peace.
Go celebrate one silent feast.
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