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when silence cries... is it what i feel? - or is it what you really long to be? depression grows again, to you i pledge my guilt deserted fields i strole - there is no relief the bleeding night, surrounds you like a darkened veil - the echoes wake my sleeping thoughts the distant voice... it cries again - i realise it's not a dream, like a journey in solitude ignore what i once did say when silence cries... the pleasant feeling of something dying (she said) - upon the innocent it will rise once again a tear i spill, in silence - punish the word of wisdom that i once gave when silence cries... a passage of dreams - a passage of dreams and memories tiny little screams - feeble yet reveiled fading now is my oblivion. |
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