April 5th

Bring me to my knees

All is wild, all is silent

Hopeless without shadows

Blank walls, independent ruin

Bright colors fade to gray

All is silent, all is wild

Mundane despondencyBody-1

Waiting for Your voice to

Leak through the silence

To hear my never-ending plea

Broken down to apathy

Fighting for the end

Me amongst the darkness

Laying there still

Until the sun becomes the moon

And the moon becomes the sun

Broken glass on the floor

Torn up memories awaiting the torch

Cotton residue from

A punctured chair

Heavy, redundant sobs

Echoing rampaging screams

All is wild, all is silent

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