The Silence
Try to sing , to fly
Only a cackle comes out
A wretched silent plea
To mourn, to melt
Chanting inside my mind
The voices repeat
Reaching for me I can't
Stop
I'm in too deep
I put up a front
Only to be broken
I'm trying to dream
Just to be awoken
It's raining it's pouring
The old man is dead
I'm sitting, I'm waiting
The air feels like lead
The lyrics drone on
But the music stops playing
Repeating my thoughts
Slowly, bitterly decaying
It's too loud in here
Yet there's no noise at all
Their life goes on
Transparent to my fall.
