At some point you realise that
Your silent screams
Isn't enough, and in the end
All a river of tears is good for
Is to drown in...

When fighting wont save anything but time
And time is useless
Spent.

You start to think; "What now?"
......
So close to the edge of that bottom of that ocean
of blood
Created by that razor in your mind
Telling you
It's over.

Useless

You're useless and well aware
of peoples despise
Hiding behind a façade of false attitude
"I don't give a shit"
When really you do.
Scared to death
by thought
of dying that close to the edge.
and at some point
the screaming...




...Stops.




Can you really bear the silence
In which you can hear your heart beating
[Life]
...beats, firmly, pacing...
leaves your thoughts naked
Clear
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Can you live in the silence?
And as if it was your world lift it on your shoulders
bear the weigh of silence when
the screams are no longer silent
but screamed with voice
heard and dealt with
and the river of tears is dry;
dead fishes on the bottom
and rotten seaweed lying there
creating its own stench
unique
all stenches are.

But you know deep down
That people have noses
And in time they will feel
your odour.
Rotten Soul
And you realize that the silent screames
Were screamed out in the world
Forced.
and then silenced. Again.
They found no cure
So they gaged you.
And your hands are tied
And your soul is dying.
Fading away...alien to this world
So you created your own
Where the lights never is switced off
And orange flowers grow in neverending fields
And you can swim in a sea made of clouds
No worries of falling down
When you've already reached the bottom.
The bottle is Sealed.
In desperate need of a corkscrew
When you already are screwed.
Too fucked up to come back to reality
(definition: the only lie everyone believes)
When you are too fucked up to realize
That you...

are

....me

So keep on dancing in you fields of orange flowers
To the ringing echo of our silenced silent screams.