W A R X
S I L E N C E
Goes the rain on my cheeks,
Cold as the tears that slide down my face,
Yet I can’t seem to hear a thing.
Just a memory; a silence that kills,
Yet so vivid and ever-endless.
It fades to grey, to black,
And a dull shade clouds my eyes.
Everything is numb; am I catatonic?
There’s no sense of time, or place.
The feelings I once held have left my body,
Leaving me aching with a dull, black void.
The fire that once burned now remains as smoke,
Spreading its bitter black ashes,
Throughout the tips of my fingers,
To the depths of my heart.
A fear unknown bears down,
Crying out to me with outstretched claws.
Surely it will drag me under,
Suffocate me until my last breath escapes.
The simplest touch,
Provokes the ashes to flight.
They rise and writhe in fear,
Afraid to let go; afraid to be blown away.
Darkness threatens to encumber,
Turmoil still raging within.
Muttered words break the ice,
And I embrace the voice with everything.
I am born anew, casting aside the silence,
Stepping into the fire once more.
Wait to see if it will scorch and burn,
Or remain as the passionate spark I once knew.
And the words you whispered,
So soft and fragile,
I hold with me till this very day.
As sure as the fingers laced with mine.
"I love you."