Silence Monday, June 28, 2010
Silence. I've always hated silence. I hated, when you taught me to cover your screams with music, when you begged me not to listen to you arguing, but I couldn't. Even now, that you've become a haunting ghost, I always have to fill every moment with sound.
Deep down the abyss is calling me, my thoughts have never been so dark and obscure. Loneliness strikes me like millions of wheels riding through my injured body and no scream comes out from my moving lips.
I think of you, in silence... What the hell does this mean?
Silence, unreal silence is not as that of two people standing in front of each other, staring at each other right in their very eyes, nor is it that of two friends embracing one another.
Silence... it kills me like an ice cold knife sawing its way through my wounded flesh... while my ears are silently screaming for sound...
I never thought I would end like her. But that's how I've become.
I have to change my life for good, or make an end to that, at once.
I wish I had the courage to stop this torture...
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Soundtrack: Us And Them - Pink Floyd
Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.
I mean, they're not gonna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
Sharp, shock, they won't do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
Don't cost nothing do they, eh?
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
And who'll deny it's what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.