Soundless IV

Plates falling off the table, 
The sound of something heavy 
Hitting against the wall.

The lovers are fighting again.

Paper thin walls.
The room isn't much to look at. 
But it's better than my first place in the city.

I'll be gentle.

It's a one time thing

Of course sweetie.

The door slams
And the man begins to cry.

Listening to his quiet cries 
I remember a lonesome man who cried 
At his brother's funeral.

But the monster within must have rejoiced.