Over the years, I been finding my self with less and less to say,
Its about like knowing my voice to others is, just a distant echo,
Nothing I have to say really matters, for there is nothing I can say that hasn't been said before.
Screaming from mountaintops I have called out your names, only to hear the dying voice of my own echoes in vain..
My heart cries from the empty years as they falls upon mute ears, and the sounds of silence has become only deafening fears.
Quietly I seem to wait for my destines ends, as I no longer fight the tides of life as it begins to ebb.
Nothing left to say, Nothing left to say, Other then Gnight Gnight, for my nights is falling into your days,
But perhaps like a shadow I shall stick around flicker and play, only to silently fade away..
Oh space is so empty distant and cold, with only the stars for company.
But with realizing some things will ever be beyond my power to change, they then start to numb away,
And the real silence begins. With nothing left to say.
18 Feb 2014, 1:33 am
