In the secret valley of silence
I hear nothing.
But that is not my wish,
I wish to feel nothing.
The long aged sun looks down on me
With a sad, red, death-plagued face.
And as vibrant, green, uncut grass bends beneath my body,
And I slowly crawl through this hidden valley,
Only the smell of the unmoving air comes to me.
But all the while,
I am going mad.
Mad with guilt and hate.
Mad with the memories of what I left behind.
But mostly, mad with silence.
Is it not enough
That I must bare my human sins?
Or that I must feel guilty
For finding a means of escape?
No
Now God wants me to contain myself
Contain a monster that He created.
My inner screams tear at me.
The tear at my soul like a cat,
desperate to shred its way out of a paper bag.
But I fear these screams.
Speech is taboo here,
And I won't go back.
I won't leave this sanctuary,
Even if being here is driving me to the edge of insanity.
I don't want to depart from this twisted Eden.
Everything here is perfect
And I am paradise's flaw.
I am a blemish in heaven.
I would leave, but then I'd perish.
So I'll go mad in silence
I thought I could run away so easily,
Bu nobody runs away from their problems,
Not without paying their price.
And I have paid mine.
I have paid my sanity
To the valley of silence
 Alatria · Sun May 06, 2007 @ 02:25am · 1 Comments |
