Alone in Silent Suffering

Silently seething, silently screaming. I hold out my hand and silenty hope. Your bloodied fingers reach out to mine. Too late we silently fall out of time. Before the tears and before the lies, I silently hope we will last until tomorrow night. As the light silently fades and our love withers and decays, tears flow as the night grows. I am no longer your silent day-maker, or your silent dream-braker. I am now the echo less scream of a now black, broken heart.

Silently seething, silently screaming. My blood stains your fingers, as your lips stained my cheek. Your tears are black like my silent and unmoving heart. Silently I pull away and silently we fall away. Cracked down the middle like a broken piece of glass, that cuts away at my numbed flesh. You silently scream as the knife of betray cuts away. Your blood pours and tears spatter, but your cold, dead eyes never blink. The words are the knife and in it a confession of my one obsession. As I try to hold you and cling to you, to stop your bleeding and suffering, You silently pull away and leave me to rot and decay, alone in silent suffering.
-Silently lost, silently broken.

by MrNobody
posted on 05/09/2007