The silence had never screamed so loud
Deep, dark, and cold water all around
I saw the moon, the stars in the sky
Was that reality or just an illusion?

Messed up memories, they’re never quiet
Locked in a box, hidden in the darkness
My shattered reflection in the mirror
Collecting sharp shrapnels of my soul

Is it reality to be numb and feel good
Or just an illusion, a joke of my mind?
To be is to love, and love means pain,
Silent words, hidden memories sinking

My words, my art, my world scratched
It’s the darkness that makes my poetry
My music, my heart, my sweet life
Will you let me hold your hand again?

Just once, even if it is just an

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