Spelling my name in analogies Pulling your eyelids down Over my silence, over your blind eyes Building myself an anomaly Building with breaking hands Shutting the noise out Driving the nails in I have no name My name is silence I have no pain Who would save you now? Pulling myself through the windowpane Kissing the broken glass Drawing the walls close Stitching my mouth shut Resting my head on the demagogue Leaning on burning sound Tearing my words up Putting my works down I have no use for your bloodless compassion Don't waste your indulgence on me Nodding my head with the grinning ghost, Loving the lucid flow Too many mercies Too many stale hopes Turn my face to avoid your eyes Swearing to let it go Too many failures Too many favours