Silent

I can’t Imagine what anyone would talk about in a perfect world
just like I can’t Imagine colors that don’t exist.
I’ve tried to speak as if this is a perfect world
but everything is wrong. I feel like I should be silent now.
I’ve admired for reasons that should not matter
for the world to see a sight that makes me jealous.
Have I made others feel my pain and think these things should matter?
I silence myself to break the wind that breaks hearts.
I’ve tried to speak pure but I found evil in everything
It seems like nothing is ok. Maybe that’s true.
Maybe my senses tell of only evil so it’s all that I think.
I can only imagine us singing but what if you’re without
a voice or you can’t hear?
I silence myself to break the wind that breaks hearts.
I’ve tried to speak pure but I found evil in everything
Lock the wickedness inside of me to die with my body someday
Is a perfect world silent or is it just too far away to be heard?
It’s like I’m trying, to imagine colors that don’t even exist
It seems like everything is entirely meaningless.
Maybe that’s false… after all, here I make noise.