Silence Speaks

Take, eat, this is my body, drink, this is my blood. For the spirit may not be willing, but the flesh is weak. My walls are fully built, yet each brick feels like a burden I chose. Euphoric, ritualistic, self-punishing, Quasi-accidents. "Thanks, I needed that." Filling the void within, with pain, a temporary solace from the storm. There's something in the silence that takes over my soul, whispering truths I daren't face, echoes of dreams unfulfilled and hopes misplaced. In the quiet, I find a strange peace, a connection to something greater, yet unseen. The silence becomes a canvas, where fears blend into courage, and despair morphs into light. Here, I confront the darkest parts of me, holding space for healing, as the silence tells its story. [Bridge] In the shadows, where chaos roams, I find a sanctuary, a place to call my own. Between the cracks of certainty and doubt, I plant seeds of hope that one day will sprout. Through the storm and after the rain, I’ll rise anew, stronger from the pain. [Outro] As the silence fades, and the echoes cease, I walk towards the dawn, my soul at peace. Through the echoes of the night, I emerge, not afraid to fight, for every dream that lives in the light. I find my way through the dark, Eternal energy, silence harks.