Hush -- DarkAngel Series

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Date Posted: 12:24:39 02/21/01 Wed
Author: Jjaz
Subject: Hush

The quietness ambushed existence.
I could feel its every vice
Silence, the patient warrior,
enlists a heart made of ice

As the screams of passion
propagate at your side.
Then, twist into eyes full of agony,
forgetting you ever cried

In the silence
In the deranged quietness
are the playful thoughts
of hushed madness

I heard your evening song
before the darkness came.
You willed my confidence.
Secretly, you called my name.

Blue eyes bidden by curse
and the politics of the night.
Listening for anthems of the dead,
sung for the young women's delight

Breaking the silence
Breaking the deranged quietness
by the playful thoughts
of hushed madness

Run home to your mother
my lost fractious child,
for your dissonant pleasures
are given to the beguild

Whose atrocities lay naked
in the blackness of night.
Where action and intention
are separated from the light

Raping the silence
Raping the deranged quietness
pillaging for playful thoughts
of hushed madness

My secrets have found no place
for such a child to play
Nor, can the light in your eyes
allow me to take you this way

Yet, all conscious of death,
the Darkangel does conspire.
Till morning arrives,
and screams into silence expire

Bleeding the silence
Bleeding the deranged quietness
dying for playful thoughts
of hushed madness

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