Today, I am no longer whole.
I have been wounded,
And thrust in this cage for all eternity;
They have taken away my music.
They have stripped me of my soul,
They have torn apart my limbs,
Piece by piece. Yet; I am ashamed to face them.
"Speak a little louder, for I am deaf."
Despair and denial sets in,
Like a noose around my neck.
I am choking; I cannot breathe
....do I truly deserve this?
The robin's happy chirp,
The beat of their tiny wings;
Absorbed. Like blotting paper.
This thundering quiet; is all I have left.
And this is truly, the worst fate,
He has an embittered sense of humour.
The last strains of those faint notes,
I can still taste on my lips; it is like nicotine to me.
I pray fervently, for a miracle.
I desperately hold on, in search of redemption.
Suddenly, I realized why he looked that way;
He had retreated into his own noiseless world.
I writhe in mortal agony,
But there is no pain
It is only;
Silence.
My own self fights back,
It claws at me from within.
Self-acceptance; the one thing
That I dread more than life itself.
I am ready.
Ready to face death, head on.
But; I am not ready.
I must first express all, that is within.
Those furious scribbles on the worn out parchment,
The faded grooves on the old record,
These, are what I live for.
Yet; these are what I die for..