Rust Cleansing

<br>Silence has already spoken<br>They have all failed to hold their chairs<br>Shame left its print on their faces<br>Muted and perfectly there<br>And so am I<br><br>Rust, cleansing in harm<br><br>Echoes of laughter and beauty <br>Cleverly disguised and still and cold<br>In every eye silver mirrors (without compassion)<br>Plasterlike face ignores the call<br>And so will I<br><br>Rust, cleansing in harm<br><br>The unforgiving mask that drives the lesson home<br>The fear that ties us down and leaves us all alone<br>We are all alone<br><br>Screaming beneath placid gazes<br>No one is there to break the fall<br>Spineless and amazed we greet the metaphor<br>that leaves us as beggars at the door<br>And so we tie<br><br>Rust, cleansing in harm<br><br>The bond that ties us holds<br>Hate the price we pay