I need the silence.........
Deposit the absence of words in the echoes of time;
I lost the meaning of the sound of the winds...
(Dancing around me as phantoms to catch).
Still I am the writer drunken by music,
Possessed for the unspoken...the hidden...the dark...
My voice, an unreliable source of lies and misjudgments,
Betraying my thoughts, my being, my sound.
I lost the unreachable, the impossible...the life
In gambles and games of screaming and mess...
And still the silence was present in distance to speak!
It's music, the wisdom of profound calmness.
You made me quiet...you made me sit still..........
To hear how the trees waved at wind's caress,
To hear the clouds move and collide in madness
To hear how could the sea crash and undress....
Numb at the coldness of the whisper's of humans...
Their language a sensation I want to refuse,
Words that flow in nonsense and have no shame...
I want their silence for mine to take place!
Nothing more than a second of nothingness....
Of love well spoken in looks to confess,
Devour me slowly...into the depths...
I am an addict of truth, of silence, of death!
I lost the melody, darling, the notes of your song...
(Hush a moment and let it come through once more)
Deposit the absence of words in the echoes of time.
I need the silence....
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