The Silence, it's Murder!

A laugh and a giggle,
Such frivolous waste,
A hidden expression,
Just waitin' to surface.
Yon' solitary mind,
Wander doth mazed,
Through letter and kind,
Searching.
Ever,
That reason to bear.
Speechless in stare.

A growing feeling,
Upon the hand unused,
Reeling.
Screaming.
The tiny voice inside,
Dreams,
Ideas,
Fore from their hide.

The hand squiggles, the lines that were,
Bound leaping, out, a-fore,
The hand that squiggled paused for more,
Squiggled on, spilled all o'er.

What a waste, to mind does come,
'twas that time to laugh in a drone.

Alas the masterpiece finished.
An eye around cast long shadows,
The places that laughs once hallowed,
The payment, overdue ensured,
The shadows got longer, as the words flowed.
Lay in the burden of words, his own,
Lay the hand, and the words of his own.
Words he freed, words, his home,
Words, his only companion.

He lay,
Mind astray,
Back in the day,
Eyes, ears every way,
Upon every lie he'd say.

The laugh the giggle, all that waste,
Back onto his expressionless face,
The reigning disparity within his head,
And once again the words were dead...
The words, his own, the words, dead.