All that Remains

Of Silence and Screams

What do you do when life has no meaning?

Do you lay in the dark, silently screaming?

Or still, do you fight, not knowing what's next?

Maybe leaving it all behind was for the best.

What to say, what to do...

How much can I reveal without scaring you?

Does it give you a fright to hear a bump in the night,

Or is the insufferable silence worse for delight?

What would you do if you lost all feeling?

Would you stir in your bed, mind slowly reeling?

Praying for help but no one to hear you,

It's useless, you realize, cause all the ghosts do is go 'Boo!'

The quiet is suffocating

The quiet is draining

The quiet is all kinds of emptiness but complaining

Nothing helps, it never does,

But all that you know never stops the onslaught before the cause.

This is what I write to you

So please, please stay, just us two

Await in the dusty attic 'till dawn

Crowded in this place, tired, a yawn

Bonne nuit