cervantes

the room now echos my thoughts
all is dead and still
I can only hear my heart breaking
with each inner scream...

nothing is said
but all is felt
nothing to hold to
stillness... without the calm

would it be too much
to ask you to speak?
not for any other reason
but to tell me what is so wrong with me...
or to tell me hello
a good-bye would punish me... but in the end so much more...

just something! say anything!
SCREAM IF YOU WILL......
JUST dont leave me in this silence
another minute..
I cant live like this anymore.

no words, in this sea of nothing
drowning in my own tears
and the silence kills me
second by second
day by day...

Im somewhere
between living and dying
but you wont tell me where
I am standing...


"so tired.... here I sit and wait...

am I in?
or am I out?
did you burn my memory?
did you think the silence
would be enough to kill me
so you could walk away without guilt?

think again...
while I sit in silence
I am taking me apart
a piece at a time
examining every part of me
carefully..
trying to fix what I cant see is broken

taking every second of silence
to heart
while you sit... and let me die
the slowest, most painful kind of death...

death......by silence


I SCREAM... but what you hear is my silience...............