Voice of Silence

Loneliness.

Pain. Fear. Hurts. Tears. Loneliness.

Like a ship in the middle of the ocean with thick mist all around. Footsteps all around but yet the pain remains. Why? Like a scalpel slicing the heart bit by bit while you are conscious. Like taking a bunsen burner and starting from your toes, centimeter by centimeter burning. Pain. Some say it pushes people forward to strive for the better. Is is really so? The torment, the feeling of wanting to burst inside. The tears that roll are only but silent tears unknown to the world. Like a child in a war-zone that is reaching out for aid but no one hears her cry.The suffocation of he who feels is the suffocation of breathing in carbon monoxide.

He cries but no one listens. He tries but fails. He can only retreat to his own tent, sit in the little corner while shadows pass him by. With his thumb in his mouth, tears roll down his cheek. Thoughts dart in and out of his mind like arrows piercing his brain. Questions arises in his mind. "Am I a freak? Am I that detestable? Am I that much of an eye-sore or irritant?" He questions over and over again but to no avail of an answer. He seeks to make his voice be heard but is shunned away like chaff. As the world continues its spin, life continues its painful torment on him. Loneliness creeps in and manifests itself in the deadliest form ever: fear. Body trembling, sounds of sobs and tears rolling, all he can do is just sit silently in his corner and hear the deafening voices of silence screaming at him... Like the story of the little match girl, this young boy dies silently in the heap of snow in the war-zone, body not found by anyone nor is he missed by anyone, alone, in the dead of the winter.

I wrote a song about the voice of silence which I was very disappointed with because I was not happy at all with the music. But I will put down the lyrics anyway. As you read the lyrics, imagine yourself in the position of the boy in the war-zone, in the dead dark winter's night. (It was only written halfway)

Voice of Silence

Cold hard eyes looking up to the skies

A gentle whisper calling out

The crowds are walking

People passing by

Tell me why

Tell me why

Tell me why it feels like winter when the summer is the season?

Tell me why does it snow when the sun is high?

Is there anyone who hears my cries?

To wipe away my tears?

Can anyone just save me from this fear?

Only voices of silence calls out to me