People gone years before
embodied in the darkness
their voices carried in the silence
their constant message i can't repress:
"this is your fault
you make me do it
don't blame me you did this
without me you will never get through it"
voices echoed in the silence
the message shines through so loud and pure
as a child i believed these words
years later I'm not so sure
followed constantly by noise
of my mind comprehending or trying
repetition of the words
the tragedy is, the words aren't lying
they don't think twice of me I'm certain
yet for me their words will never end
how thats fair I'll never know
what i do know is that to forget is to have revenge
the silence is unforgiving
it is as persistent as it is cruel
it raises answer-less questions
then gives these questions fuel
the questions twist through my mind
slowly they begin to tangle
brought forth by their voices
quickly suppressed by my anger
answers to these silent questions i will never find
for this treacherous silence cannot speak
but what the message tells me
is that I'm just far to weak
