When silence cries…
is it what I feel?
— or is it what you really long to be?
Depression grows again,
to you I pledge my guilt
Deserted fields I strole
— there is no relief
The bleeding night, surrounds you like a darkened veil
— The echoes wake my sleeping thoughts
The distant voice… it cries again
— I realise it’s not a dream, like a journey in solitude
Ignore what I once did say
When silence cries…
The pleasant feeling of something dying (she said)
— Upon the innocent it will rise once again
A tear I spill, in silence
— Punish the word of wisdom that I once gave
When silence cries…
A passage of dreams
— A passage of dreams and memories
Tiny little screams
— Feeble yet reveiled
Fading now is my Oblivion