Explosion

take heed of the silence
slowly filling up the ears
held tight with the violence
of a million swollen tears

pressure ever rising
pounding down upon the drum
long slow chill disguising
that the whole damned thing is numb

spider-cracks are spreading
all unknowingly unseen
everything we're dreading;
one small taste of the obscene

willfully ignoring
what is plain for us to see
even silent roaring
tells a tale of misery

the one sees it coming
is the one who doesn't care
so we don't hear the drumming
'til we're cast into despair...