Silence pours over my entire body...
seeping into my soul...
controlling my thoughts...
Silence is Sadness...
and it knows my weakness.
It clinges to my weakest moments
and it hangs there.
hidden.
Until everyone is gone.
Until everything is still.
Until my ears bleed from
Silence.
Pulling me back to that day when...
to the time that...
holding grudges against myself.
Knowing its NOTHING I can do....
but silence holds me there...
silence....
handcuffed to regrets.
silence....
watching a montage of mistakes
silence....
chained to my past.
Silence...
reopening unhealed wounds...
That is why I sing.
I yell.
I scream...
I write..
to generate words, intell, anything
keeping sound in my head,
so even when I am alone
there is no room left for
that lonley,
prying,
conniving,
unforgiving...
Silence.
