The Darkest Silence.

This loud silence,
And the beautiful pain you've left.
Somewhere beneath my pale dark skin.
I find you living on me,
All these words that I never said,
You've heard in all my cries,
Tears when I laugh,
And these shivers when I'm warm.
For this pain,
Makes me scribble my ink,
All these beautiful tragedies.
And without you to hold,
To love, to cry for,
When these stars shine bright,
Without you to love.
Everything goes right.

This ember, this shining light,
Just for our eyes, you and me.
The words I say,
For some may hurt,
Some may pierce our love,
With softness and numbness,
Confusions of an innocent heart,
From right to tears,
The wrongs that hurt.
Enough to break the silence,
To raise voices,
To numb our hearts,
And to make me scribble,
Pain splattered words,
On my skin...
Dark and pale,
Under this shining moon.
The darkest silence.