The Silent Scream


I am sick of love’s cruel desires
the sighs and the tears and the tinglings
and the lust for forbidden fires
in the city of secret longings

I am sick of the drug of sin
the song and the dance and the dream
and the search for paradise in
the city of the silent scream

I am sick of good and evil
and the days and nights of terror
and the hideous face of the devil
looking back at me in my mirror

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