At the depts of Dysphonia
A naked moon is weeping upon those
Whose hearts surrendered to the great plague

Bare skinned and freezing they gather around the fire
Telling stories to keep the cold night at bay
Their hopes weren’t deemed worthy
But their eyes remain restlessly searching for the sky

Whenever I venture trough the quiet of my mind
They let me sing along with their broken voices
as if they never knew
I was the Banisher

(dysphonia def. noun dys·pho·nia \dis-ˈfō-nē-ə\: defective use of voice, inability to utter words)

Malicia Frost


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