The Silence

Maybe the silence is exactly what I deserve
May my mistakes evaporate like liquor splashing on the curbs
Violence received in many ways - bullets and words

I fall to the floor, felt pain at the core
Tears trapped roars. All I attract are trap doors
Could you believe crack gave me hope?
Then the process of cooking coke...
Ran into roadblocks. Now I understand clocks

Mirrors... what do I really see?
I can't understand what the reflections come to be
Don't pour that liquor on the curb; pour that liquor into me
Because altering my thoughts - that matches my energy

Maybe the silence is like the surface of the sea
And the regret, though suppressed, is in the deepest part of me

Maybe the silence is killing me exactly the way it was meant to be
Looking in the mirror, resenting me
Counting down the end of me
Silence the violence I feel in my head
Running the race, no legs, breathless instead

The silence...