donderdag 22 augustus 2013

Silence

I’m running out of pages to write down the words forever haunting me
Bleeding on paper with dark blue drops
Losing a staring contest in the mirror
to be defined as shy
Silence, the only cry I can do as loud as I can
No matter where I am
Why doesn't anyone talk?
In words I can rephrase as my own
Why don’t you want me this desperately
You’d bury your teeth into my bone?
Where are you now, princes of the night
Dressed in party armour, empty bottle armed
Where are you now to walk as cross as you speak
Silence, the only blood dropped word I can offer
Without being forgotten.

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