You see from shadows,
But never speak clear.
Your voice a silence,
Gotten used to it over the years.
What is the continuation of your comfort bonds?
You seek a solace,
In what you distance on.
I take no more pain,
Or pleasure.
Why together stuck like glue?
When in your heart,
I'm no longer part of you.
I question,
I turn.
I question,
I turn.
You whom sits in shadows,
Of once whom had the spotlight.
Now more or less,
A whisper.
Silent in my night.