There is a difference between being quiet and being silent.
There is a difference between holding your tongue and sewing your mouth shut.
There is a difference between hiding your heart and laying the broken pieces for all to see.
Be quiet, but tomorrow you will roar.
She is wild and she is beast,
She knows love and lust and feast
Take it away, and what have we?
A devil who looks for naught
Thunder can eat me away
I wait for golden rain
But for now I stay and stay
To see what my hunger has brought
My screams are buried beneath vein
Sealed with knives day by day
Tell me what you want to say
I am a roaring phoenix, finally caught
Long ago, I dreamt of a way
To break my chains, and tear away fate
But my bones are tired, my mind frayed
These wings are gone and destruction-wrought
I watch the world turn to May,
Once I roared, now I quake
I was something mighty, but today
Over my grave you may trot
Listen here, closer by the bay
Feel the nothing of burnt sun rays,
Once I knew the sharpness of my teeth
Now I pray
To forget the days I might have fought.
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
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