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Monde Silencieux
Contributed by
the_unknown
on
Monday, 6th September 2010 @ 07:41:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Can I run through time
And never get old?
Will I feel this way forever?
Questions pile up every day
How long will it carry on?
None of it ever gets answered
And the music plays in my head
Drifting through the seconds
The world has no noise
It's a black and white film with no sound
But it's my movie, through my eyes
And the music takes hold of every conversation, perfectly
Every tiny sound found on earth
It's all replaced with the music
No wonder I'm lost
I've got music blasting, controlling
With a rough view of the world, a silent world
Spread before me
As if it were some other language written on a piece of paper
A paper burnt by society, soaked with the tears of a mother
A mother who has lost her child
A child who fell into a cruel world, and dug himself a grave
A grave six feet deep, with four walls made of dirt
That dirt, his blanket forever now
Him, he has pale white cheeks and soft brown hair
He has no name, he is no more
I did not know him, I never saw him before
It's a wonder how I know no one is thinking my thoughts
Yet others can't find the right path, either
Bare foot running, high in the hills
God never found them, and He won't find me
I'll take your guidance but you must trust that I won't believe
Still, the good ways have carved themselves into my skin
But it's being threatened, those carvings shudder at the thought
That they could crumble
War face on - I won't let it get that far
Whistling in the wind, I can pretend
Pretend my insides haven't melted
And that my throat isn't burning
I taste words laced with stomach acid, caught in a lump
I can pretend I'm not living a lie, with each sound that echos
I can fool the world that I truly believe my internal thoughts
Even those are lies, but no one knows it
The music covers it all, it replaces the actions
The thoughts and dialogue
I don't have to face it
One truth stands
Alone
A tree, furiously growing, lonely in a freshly burnt forest
Nothing can live there, except this tree
It flourishes, even after the world denied it life
This is her, through and through
And I want to be trapped inside that tree, with the love
Her love
The love I love
The love I love to love
The very love she loves, too
Our love
And I'm curious to know,
How can time trick us so easily?
It slips out of our grasp, and flies away
Never to return, lost for good
Tell me, someone
When will the music stop and bring me back to reality?
Must I learn to live with it and find my own way to hear the world?
I simply wish to find the volume...
Questions are added every night of every day
I can't escape it, I lack the confidence in ever discovering the truth
One thing I am sure of in this life of mine: her
She who I know my soul is truly devoted to
The ways that have been taught to me, clearly linger in my soul
A good thing, an internal map to where I want to be
How to get there, I do not know
What I do know? Nothing is certain
What will I do, now? I could never say
I am lost, I don't know which way I'm facing
My path has no road, no trail...
So I'll wander, I suppose
Because I know not what else to do
Copyright ©
the_unknown
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2010-09-06 19:41:06]
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