A World of Silent Dreamsour thoughts descendinto velvet obliviona voice entwinedwith the windbillowingdark words that echoso hollowsoftand subtlemetallic and comfortinglike the warmthof blooddripping on your tonguefrom a vein unseenthe tastea bittersweet heavenrememberingthe purgatoryin your eyesslowly forcedclosinglike mortuary drapesjust after twilightthose eyes descendinto velvet obliviona worldof silent seasand dreamand dreamof haunted things
PlectrumThe grey, spread across the plastic like rose petals on a wedding night. Clear strings plucked by plastic finger, the strings that play so silently to the listener's ears. My own soft fingers strummed upon the wooden air that then played no sound. Just a touch, then it was gone.
QuestionsWhy I'm the only one who has nothing but broken dreamsWhy I'm the one who always plays for the losing teamsWhy I'm the only one who was born to see nothing but dark themesI can feel people hatred even if I didn't ask a questionAnd the only thing I get is their deadly actionI don't know why everyone around me makes sure to see my life shattered in fractionsWhy do I have to be the only one who wears the pain as his dress?Why do I have be the one who asks for forgiveness even if I have nothing to confessWhy do I have to be the one who gives more and more and I should be thankful if I get so much lessWhy do I have to be the only one who live in an organized messWhy I'm the only who treated like unwanted guestAnd why the humanity already judged me as a failed test