The Silence,
The Beauty,
The never ending thoughts.
The breeze,
The voices,
The endless list of want.
The living,
The dead,
What may the difference be?
The excitement,
The sorrow,
Which may this world most see?
Screaming,
Yelling,
Torture of endless hate;
Why can't they see,
The eternal entrapment
Of this maddened state?
Let it go,
Stop this insanity!
Don't let me hear,
Don't let me see!
Shoot like daggers,
Stab my very soul.
Tears of blood,
And yet you care not at all.
The beauty, it has wilted;
All has fallen to the ground.
The voices in my head
Are no longer sane nor sound.
Your yelling and screaming
And words of seductive pain.
The undying pangs of sorrow
Seem to be driving me insane.
I seek my long lost refuge,
But that refuge is long gone.
For this deafening silence whispers
You were never the one.
No longer are there good thoughts;
Finish me, there's nothing left to fix.
Grab this dagger, point it forward,
And stab me where you might have missed.