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)
- Published: April 11th, 2016 14:02
- Category: Unclassified
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