Silence of the riots of perfumes

Silence, the most terrifying piece of beauty in a spark So sure, its a killer of a green mantle of swimming cold lava Where the yellow haired antlers swim and sadly sweats white sounds Of there forefathers screams Shocking for cardiac echo holders Tasting the smell of quite shoestep pillow green beams Bit lips sore pink of men in frocks of elephant brains Memorizing the terrifying silence of holding your hair back in the vessel of own psyche. Chaos in the head of my best friend Pitch silent, driving on your own wheels of rolled up eyes Hungrily playing guitar 
smoking a last cigarette
Terrefied we all shiver in silence