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Feb 2013
You're so blind.
I whisper, as you take away my eyes.
But not my ability to see.

Can you tell me who won,
In the battle against yourself.
Was it a victory, or a surrender.
Which would be worse?

I'll live in the silence.
My Silence.
Which is different then the silence of a haunted ghost ship.
Trapped between two storms.
Which is worlds away from Shadow Silence.
One place I visit frequently.
And all of those silences are almost, but not quite unlike the
Snow Silence.

Maybe I am lying to you,
because these things aren't silent at all.
But what if I am the only one here who can hear them.
Does that make it a lie,
Or are you just not trying hard enough.

Are you trying at all?

Even though these silences are so loud
that you can't hear them.
Where are the real silences?

Right now all I know
is that my hands
have not felt the whisper
of you
underneath them
in quite some time.
Written by
Lyka
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