Post by egyptgirl on Mar 26, 2005 17:55:48 GMT -5
As I look up at the night sky so intently, for just a shift in time, I think I hear someone calling, and then silence. I then remembered that the silence cannot be broken. The silence cannot be broken. No matter how much I rant and rave, the silence cannot be broken. No matter how many obscenities I scream, the silence cannot be broken. No matter how much I cry about the injustice of it all, the silence cannot be broken. No matter how piteously I beg to be acknowledged, the silence cannot be broken. There is nothing but the echo of silence, nothing but the vastness of space, nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat, because the silence cannot be broken. Even though I am seen, I will never be known. I can only be a blank emptiness, a discordant sound, a part of everything, a piece of nothing. A silence so complete. A silence so severe. A silence so immense. A silence that goes on forever. A silence without end. The silence cannot be broken. As always, the silence cannot be broken. The profound emptiness goes on and on.
Come one, come all, and state your battles. Well, let me introduce myself. A radical or a rebel? I, myself, much prefer the mad genius. It sounds a little less kind. They say I’m a snob of tremendous appeal. They have decided I listen to music of a dark demeanor. They criticize my talk of outrageous fantasies. They are distressed about the lack of color in my wardrobe. They feel my fascination with watching the skies is absurd. They don’t understand where I’m coming from. My answer didn’t appease them. They feel I should conform to fit in. My contour is too distorted, so they want me back in their mold. They want to choke the life out of me. They want to strangle my soul. They want my mind, my heart, my body, my entire existence, and still they demand more and more and more.
Can you hear my weeping in these words?
Can you feel my sorrow in these words?
Can you see the desperation in these words?
Can you touch the shame in these words?
Can you believe the guilt in these words?
Can a tiny part of the despair slide through?
The second I was born, life raged against me. My own insufficiency constantly haunts me. Their audacity astounds me. Their unmitigated arrogance is truly amazing. Do they think they will achieve something the totality of my existence has proven unsuccessful? Excuse me for being an individually created entity! State your desire; death or normalcy. Just so, death. Just so, I won’t have to matter anymore. Just so, they won’t have to stretch their minds anymore.
I wait to be seduced my death, to embrace the heated darkness.
My morbid disillusionment is greater than death.
I am not in awe of death
It is just another virulent paradox in the fabric of time.
It’s lucidity bores me to silence.
THE SILENCE CANNOT BE BROKEN!
Think but don’t speak.
Please let me awaken to an eternity of less normalcy.
After this incredible debacle, I feel so exhausted. I’m seriously thinking about blinding myself once again. Who really cares of my defeat at any given time. I almost prefer to be assimilated into the collective whole. At least I would be a part of something that pretends to care than to be alone in this open battle. I just keep questioning if it is worth the price of who I am. I’m so tired of the silence that is still unbroken.
Come one, come all, and state your battles. Well, let me introduce myself. A radical or a rebel? I, myself, much prefer the mad genius. It sounds a little less kind. They say I’m a snob of tremendous appeal. They have decided I listen to music of a dark demeanor. They criticize my talk of outrageous fantasies. They are distressed about the lack of color in my wardrobe. They feel my fascination with watching the skies is absurd. They don’t understand where I’m coming from. My answer didn’t appease them. They feel I should conform to fit in. My contour is too distorted, so they want me back in their mold. They want to choke the life out of me. They want to strangle my soul. They want my mind, my heart, my body, my entire existence, and still they demand more and more and more.
Can you hear my weeping in these words?
Can you feel my sorrow in these words?
Can you see the desperation in these words?
Can you touch the shame in these words?
Can you believe the guilt in these words?
Can a tiny part of the despair slide through?
The second I was born, life raged against me. My own insufficiency constantly haunts me. Their audacity astounds me. Their unmitigated arrogance is truly amazing. Do they think they will achieve something the totality of my existence has proven unsuccessful? Excuse me for being an individually created entity! State your desire; death or normalcy. Just so, death. Just so, I won’t have to matter anymore. Just so, they won’t have to stretch their minds anymore.
I wait to be seduced my death, to embrace the heated darkness.
My morbid disillusionment is greater than death.
I am not in awe of death
It is just another virulent paradox in the fabric of time.
It’s lucidity bores me to silence.
THE SILENCE CANNOT BE BROKEN!
Think but don’t speak.
Please let me awaken to an eternity of less normalcy.
After this incredible debacle, I feel so exhausted. I’m seriously thinking about blinding myself once again. Who really cares of my defeat at any given time. I almost prefer to be assimilated into the collective whole. At least I would be a part of something that pretends to care than to be alone in this open battle. I just keep questioning if it is worth the price of who I am. I’m so tired of the silence that is still unbroken.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
