Lying here in the darkness that weeps,
the lightness that sleeps,
and the rebirth of something new.
are we ever sure its true?

wanting to grow whole,
whispers untold,
and a fever setting in.
Wishing I was me again.

Somber is the night
that kisses and holds tight
not wanting to let go
its buried within this broken soul

The rebirth of silence has awakened
the sounds of words cheapened
nothing but a shell that's left vacant
embraced by the miscreant