Silent Eternity
I’m coughing up the words that may just give me life
But choking on the blood that tries to silence right
I never want to go back to the place inside
But I’m still the cold-undying, and I can’t leave the night
A struggle to believe that there is somewhere warm
I am the unbelieving, but I still know I’m wrong
Ageless and defiant, I’m always two alone
I’m the survivor and the witness circling on and on
I’m drowning in a heart that only wants to be
I am so heartless to deceive when I will disagree
The painting of a window borders all I see
No existence, no more hurt, but I can see reality
A struggle to become when I’m a faceless ghost
I feel far too much, I’m gone but always close
I fell so far to find the things that matter most
But I’m endlessly undead; a body with a host
Coughing up the need to say I pray for life
Choking on the will of one more dead insight
The poison, the prediction, then the fading light
I cry for absolution but there’s none in sight
Coughing up the words that may say more than me
Choking on a tongue that speaks insincerity
Creeping past the stare of eyes that always see
I scream for an existence in silent eternity
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