Every unusual thing dies in the coffers of the usual cemeteries
Their color becomes dull and mingle with the Black & White world
The nakedness wears the clothes of ignorance and time adds coatings of dust
Spoken words collapse into the sounds of silence
The mournful wails and the howling cries from the cradles
When the clock stops ticking and the whole world freezes.
Why does this screech refuse to die down ?
Why does this scream echo all around?
Why does this ….