Rising from the ground

Like shrouded ghosts;

Splitting into pieces

For the one who know the most.

Trees looming though the darkness,

Forever blocking me.

A river rushing through the night-

Passing judgments no one sees.

Running and my breath comes fast-

But I can't hear a thing.

Quiet all around-

To it I must cling.

Misty arms that reach for me,

Catching at my heart.

Broken bottles in the grass-

Shattered, shining art.

Wide-eyed stare as I can hear

Hushed voices in the air-

I whirl around in time to see

The Sound of Silence hanging there.

All things stem from Him-

To Him all things must go.

Why it happens just that way,

I will never know.

Deafening-

His oppression aches

Inside me,

And my innocence He takes.

Filling me with emptiness,

Like white-caps on the waves.

They come and go,

Forever new and never brave.

Like ghosts in night air,

Fogged-up hand prints

Reach for me,

Hiding me in grotesque tints.

Like broken bottle glass-

So close and yet so far.

I stand in tiny circles,

Wondering when I'll reach the bar.

And always, always,

The Sound of Silence

Watches me,

Eyes cold and dark and tense..

His clammy touch

And open arms,

Call to me

With bloody charms.

Arms of mist will string my rope-

He'll catch me when I fall.

It will all be over then,

I can forget about it all.

The Sound of Silence

Fills my core,

Taking my heart

And wanting more.

I climb the branches,

See the noose,

Know that now's

The time to choose.

The Sound of Silence

Can be my own.

And if I wake from this-

I will be alone.

I lift the noose

And tie it tight,

I take a breath-

My last this night.

I take a step,

Leap from the tree.

And the Sound of Silence

Catches me.