It's quiet here in the Alone.
A life on mute.
Words are unheard.
Cries are silent..
Certainly, a deafening pain.
The faceless crowds are drowned out
By the hushed screams in my soul.
I try to make a sound, but nothing's coming out...
Like dry heaving.
Where has my beloved melody gone?
The loss of you is noise cancelling.
If my heart beats
and you're not around to hear it,
Does it make a sound?
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 10:45 PM UTC
It's quiet here in the Alone.
A life on mute.
Words are unheard.
Cries are silent..
Certainly, a deafening pain.
The faceless crowds are drowned out
By the hushed screams in my soul.
I try to make a sound, but nothing's coming out...
Like dry heaving.
Where has my beloved melody gone?
The loss of you is noise cancelling.
If my heart beats
and you're not around to hear it,
Does it make a sound?
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