In the silence I hear the most,
Feeling the cold rains of mid November burn my soul.
The lucidity of this life becomes so clear,
Opening the door on my past.
Wanting to feel again,
The warmth of the love I once knew.
To hear voices of my past surrounding me.
Rendering me helpless,
Asking me for help
To feel the void of my now desolate life
Wanting to silently escape.
Let me go to sleep in my Silent Lucidity...
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