Violent Silent

from by Gregory Obis

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Brother, can't you see
The way your words arrest me?
I get no sleep
Every time we speak.

We miss you back at home
Through static of a voicemail tone
And you tell me that you found God;
That makes me so happy.

You slowly drifted away,
Locked in the basement everyday.
You saw every pattern.
You had every answer.
Lost in the grief
Of your own pastiche.

Mother told me 'bout
Your visions when you flipped out;
How when you were detained
A broken house was all that remained
When you laid down in the street,
Clouds at your feet.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Don't be so melodramatic.

And when your arms
Did cross with mine
I forgot
About the times

That your eyes were red
And vacantly staring
Cross the spine of a bible
With your psyche just tearing

And Brother, can't you see
The way your words arrest me?
I get no sleep
Every time we speak.

And when the house was silent
A broken mind was firing so violently,
Laying in the street.
Clouds at your feet.

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from Swerve, released May 19, 2012

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Gregory Patrick Obis is a musician, engineer, songwriter, composer, and generally a pretty alright guy.

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