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As if silence had not taken hold,

It swims around me and takes me by the hand,

Don't know where it ends, nor where it began,

Leading me deeper and deeper,

Farther down this path,

This illusion won't last,

Will I ever return?



These fires burn,

The feelings ignite,

In a rage of passion and unseen glory,

This is my story,

But I don't know how to write it,

Silence has taken the place of my pen.



Never again,

I won't feel this way,

I can't deal with the depression, the guilt,

Nor the pain,

I'll hide myself now,

Shut myself out,



Shout and cry for the things I can't have,

The things that I wanted,

No longer to be haunted,

By this sorrow that lurks here,

It cannot drown me,

Not like the silence,

That takes my pure soul,



I've lost control,

No longer innocent,

Never knew what life really meant,

But now I'll never find out,

As I'm lead through this chamber,

My heart is my danger,

And silence consumes it,

As I die.