songs of silence

screaming scars

blankets of restlessness

shoe stars

three X's and a bloodstain are what i know as true

in the lit non-light that is intrinsic within this night of numb

the void, inherent, speaks

in terms of comfort and surety

surreality rolls forth in waves as a mist of tears well up on the shores

focus point and reason are held captive while you are left creeping through a forest of anxieties

you know who i am

i am the silence nestled deep within while the world assualts ou with noise

but what is that...

to you...

...or me

choking back statements that have regressed into bitter accusations and rage

i lay down my pen sometimes




i am so sorry





i have failed you, my dear page