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The Sounds of Silence

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My darkness is longing for my own heart,

Living in my mind where things have torn apart.

The sounds of silence has corrupted my pain in darkest of hours,

My feelings lost in desires of useless power.

The stillness of nights have left me to misery,

I am powerless a sword before me.

I was in the middle of a distanced pain,

While the sound of silence has left me insane.

Wondering where my muse shall lay to rest in shallowed dreams,

That never quite feel as what they may seem.

A hollowed silence murks in the waters below me,

Casting not of wings of eagles soring free.

My ruptured sparks of fires simply burn,

As my world takes a spinning turn.

I lived once in the sounds of silence one time my friend,

But now that sound had come to a bitter end.

I have longed for the majestic grace of the purest of fine art,

Only to know that my music has been split apart.

Mirrored walls of a person standing before me still,

I have cast my shadows down as I'm still losing my will.

The sounds of silence have left me in the worries of the night,

I no longer live the challenges of seeing light.

For the darkness has captivated me leaving me alone and afraid,

I will no longer live this life not tomorrow nor today.

  • Author: Marianne Trox
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