Deafening Silence

Written by: Jack Ellison



Devoted to those poor lost souls. I'm bombarded with a deafening silence As I sit here alone in my room Thinking of how my life might have been Encased in this dark dismal tomb I once had it all or so I had thought I walked with a confident air But fate intervened and changed everything I'm now travelling this road of despair My closest friend is this bottle of whiskey The relief I get from the pain Of a lifetime of utter sadness and sorrow When I dream we're together again If only my words could convince you my love But they just seem so hollow and trite It appears so hopelessly futile to me As I lay awake lamenting each night So I guess I'll go back to my bottle of booze And the only true friend I've had I'll think of how things might have been Bombarded by thoughts so sad © Jack Ellison 2013