The Sound Of Silence


The sound of silence is deafening, is that a cliche? 

The blade of the knife is threatening, but tempting.

So the blood runs down my arms and I listen to the darkness call my name.

The sound of silence is enticing me into the core of eternity and I bleed into non-existence.

Now, I need a miracle, but my beliefs tear me away.

The only truth is the sound of silence.

  • Author: loveandsuicide1 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2016 14:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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