Evanescence

The silent noise of four walls scream As faint as the patter of quiet melody Luminescence of a beamless spark Enters the crowded room of devoid tone Cold stares freely given as freedom glares Confined on the same land ploughed by listlessness Weeds of senescence condemning fountainhead of contrivance Lusting excrescence yet despising juvenescence and tincture But with desolation of the adversarial and faux companion Shall proliferation of fecundity unfold