Silence

I ask you why, and you reply with silence Untreaded waters with no horizon The ground trembles below my feet Tossed and turned, once more I ask you why Leaning in with gleaming hope of resolution Amongst the dissonant timbres This yearning for the cadence of your voice This despiration that leaves me breathless for one last My bed sheets are made of bricks The weight upon my chest is insurmountable With grievance I wait for this night to end as Demons from my past pass by laughing as they taunt Using only my soul as spare change for the price one must pay to be happy My mouth is sewn shut by the thread of lies you have fed me My ribcage is a prison cell for my heart, behind closed bars And as I wait I watch the sun baked cement crack under pressure these Halls can only hold so many before its beams snap like twigs and the walls cave in leaving only dust as a memory Forgotten and faded away, as these winds carry what remains to unkown boundaries incapable of our understanding You may ask me why and my reply will be silence And we will wait As the beating drum of time treads on We will wait.