Are you speaking?
Am I speaking?
Surrounded by a deafening sound,
That becomes blurred.
And turns into one,
Of silence.
It is mine,
This silence.
For your words, are the same.
As them,
As those who look down on us.
Solitary,
Is the word that describes us.
For we are not the same.
Are you speaking?
Am I speaking?
Its deafening.
This sound.
This silence.
Its breaking,
The lies,
The illusion of this world.
All of it is showing.
Yet you blind yourself from it.
This silence,
Is mine.
In it, I am myself.
And your words become blurred.
A solitary life is fine with me.
For I am like no other,
And no one will except it.
Are you speaking?
Am I speaking?
In this silence.
This solitary silence.
That is mine alone.
You’re the reason,
That this silence is mine alone.
For you left.
After I spoke those words.
What they called lies.
What you now call lies.
Is the truth.
Am I speaking?
Are you speaking?
No, is it you/me?
That is speaking.
Surrounded by a deafening sound,
That becomes blurred.
And turns into one,
Of silence.
It is mine,
This silence.
For only here.
Can I speak.
Can you speak.
My silent self.
And you can forget me.
