Madder Mortem

Silence has already spoken
They have all failed to hold their chairs
Shame left its print on their faces
Muted and perfectly there
And so am I
Rust, cleansing in harm
Echoes of laughter and beauty
Cleverly disguised and still and cold
In every eye silver mirrors (without compassion)
Plasterlike face ignores the call
And so will I
Rust, cleansing in harm