Words
There is something about sitting in the dark
With only a piece of technology being the spark
There is something about sitting in silence
Without any words to give you guidance,
Guidance of where your mind should go.
Guidance of where your thoughts should fall.
And that scares me.
But fear does not stop the "but what if" the "what could be"?
So first I said "what could be"
"What would be?"
And now I say we will see.
So I turn off the light
Only the screen of my computer is bright
I close my eyes and blankly search my mind.
Oh the wonders I find.
But don't get confused
You still don't know in what way "wonders" was used.
Can someone now please tell me why?
The first thing my mind went to were words that make me want to cry.
Hearing them once is enough
But they felt the need to repeat them self's more than a thousand times, that's rough.
And tell why, now I wish I had never heard a sound, wish I was born deaf.
But why do I also feel that even then they still wouldn't have left.
Well even if I'm deaf and even if I had never heard a sound in my life,
The expressions on their faces would still be like a sharp knife.
And now I also wish I was born blind, to have never seen a thing.
And you know what I think.
Now I wish I was never born at all, and speared this world some pain.
And I know this sounds insane.
But it's only the dark and the silence that make me feel this way
and the people that feel the need to say,
to say those words that hunt my mind.
But I'm always understanding and kind.
So that's why now
I'll say this, and the only thing they can do is bow.
Fuck the dark, I'll turn on a light
Fuck the silence, I'm turning the music up to the highest height.
Fuck the words and fuck the people that put them here,
Because I just made them disappear.
