That Which Silently Destroys

That Which Silently Destroys

Have you any idea
what it's like here in
the deep, vast dark;
so under and away
from where any one or thing use to be
that you han't even hear dogs bark?
The very first time
I realized I was blind from everything
in the dark, for the longest time, I did weep.
Now... I've a make shift lamp,
a couch to read, sit and pass the time,
oh! even a bed on the floor for me to sleep.
Music drones in and out
of my haed
of songs I once knew,
some old broken promises
words and spouts of love
when niavity kept me from what I had to do.
How I long to see the stars
from the former life I once had;
their beauty shined magnanimously;
now this endless darkness
that no longer frightens me;
the dark is no longer scary.
"Why?" you may ask
"after you've lived in this
black inferno for so long."
My reply, "I'm a meteocer
statistic of a conformist society;
I'm used to it; maybe you think I'm saying it wrong?"
The truth of the matter
as it may surprise you
is that I'm not the only one.
Everyone has their own
darkness and mindless time
so you'd better listen up, son.
So remember when you're all alone
and you think that pity will save you
think again, this news is grave;
if you think you're special
or that someone gives a damn,
think again, you're not worth the save.

...just like me...
...just like me...