Lost to Missing

In black cloak, the head carrier, the subject slayer 

He holds his neck in his chest like an oven

The jaws of dissension chewing on what's bubbling out

It swallows the sounds, silence doesn't exist by definition 

The absence is the oxygen we all sucked in

Cutting it with one motion 

Electricity wailing as the guitar string dances

All eyes light in the room of mannequins 

The amphitheater witnessed what I must have imagined 

Dead Man Hand performs a hell of a life

I'm Jimi Hendrix 

The presence inspects his gloved hand 

All ants seated were now suspended

Incinerated with no reflection

Flashing incandescents

I think I’ve forgotten my passport at the gate

The left-hand flinches

He plays like Heifetz

Trumpeting the rapture

Abort

Spinal cords fall at mach speed to the earth's core

Hardly eyed on their way down

It's quite dark

Dead to awake to futures

Red are the drapes

Crescendoing the apes into outer space

One strike down

And I finally understand that silence is a place

I can’t believe we’ll ever be found