Silence's Death.

heart break can kill you.

You look at me and fall  down                       

you wake up and no ones around to save you from yourself                 

an now your drowning in your silence nothing left but the violence to yourself            

your drowning in the silence of the screams

Nothing seems to heal your hating thoughts

And now no one can save you……                 

so what’s left take the next breath carefully

Watch and see you’ll fall down

And drown for what you’ve made yourself become

And no ones here to save you watch as fate becomes true        

and now your drowning in the silence of your screams                                         your mind was not what you had seemed                                     

 your drowning your drowning your drowning                                     

in the silence nothing left but the violence               

can you save yourself from yourself

Can I even help?                  

Is the silence taking over?

Is my heart beat growing slower?

Colder in your hands.                                

You look at me and fall down                                           you wake up and no ones around to save you from yourself                     

from the silence please wake up                                 don’t give up on me don’t let the silence consume you                 

don’t let the eyes of fate doom you                       

and now your drowning in the silence of your screams

 your mind was not was not what you had seemed

your drowning your drowning your drowning                     are you listening

can you even listen at all

can you hear me when I call your name

can you feel my heart break if you cannot hear.

Reviews

[Duolon]

Wow, vanity. For a seccond I thought this poem was talking about me. Isnt it nice when a poem can trap the reader into the poets world, and in revelry I see myself as the object of affection. Im vain like that. Always looking for hidden meanings. Your, romantic, heart. Your potent, driven, art. You make me feel things that no one has ever shown me, not even on a movie. Thats why I like poets. We sink deep into the sea of mystery and emotion. We bleed out our promises, and dream, forever do we dream. And to the minds and hearts parched in a land of desert sands, no oasis, just jerry springer, newscasts, and shallowly humorous sit-coms. I drop bombs, and you bring blades to chop up this indignified common era. Terra cried when we decided to try and erase her from our memories. But you, sweet eternal moon. Continue the pulse of the cosmos in your rage and your passion, and your daze. The shamans lost their minds to find the signs and symbols of the devine. You are the starshine design of what this backwards, doward spiraling, sleepwalk travelling world needs.
A voice that bleeds, "See? The beauty of it all? dig your nails into the brick, and lick destiny." The walls that entrap us are just products of our fear. We have all turned our backs on the rat race maze. Stuck inside we build castles into the sky, just to show we care, for ourselves that is. Death is the pyramid of pain, where all are entombed in shame. I blame ourselves for not welling up the strength to escape the cooridors of this game. We make our own fate. Yet infinite weights cannot be raised by babes. And in our hate and ignorance we slave to push the cover off of the sarcophogus. I will say this though. Miracles happen, and the impossible is possible. Like youreself. You are a definition of Being overcoming nothingness. And ask yourself, in the dead of emptiness without beginning, what raced to replace that death with you? And can it do it again?
I think it can. My ignorance blindfolds the blind to remind them that sight is not important. Goodnight.