Silence It’s only when they can’t see, That’s when the tears runs heavy. In the silence i make no sound Though everyone is around.
It’s goes on for hours into the next day And the tears still flow anyway I can feel my face swollen I know my eyes are red In silence, i cry in this bed.
It’s practice and years of it Even with another in my mists They know nothing of this I want to burst out for once And weep in pain Burst into tears and Let them finally see What has been happening to me
In the silence, they fall For the simple things, For the future For the past My tears flow.
Then it becomes over My eyes weakened To get rest No one sees or hears a sound In the silence am all alone It’s so silent It’s so quiet This hurt this pain Is so silence it kills.
Do I have a choice before knifing the page for a meaning, when I was drowned in a nostalgia? Cinchona bark. This was my keyword for living bitterly under a tryant inciting the riots of colors. The digital death comes
It’s here, and then it’s not. That untimely moment that we fear our minds have just ‘forgot’ who we are, and why we’re here. Why did we never reach that bar? We’re no longer our own puppateer. In the past
I chose silence not because I didn’t have an opinion. I chose silence not because I didn’t have thoughts. I chose silence not because I couldn’t express my feelings. I chose it… because that’s the only option I had! I
Yes, your name was sliced off from the impasse. I will stand with you to track the continental drift. How little I knew about you and the prosthetic words. Again and again I return to ruins, and the dust and