When the dawn does not sparkle
And the dew is dry on the leaves
The world is deafeningly silent...

The same silence that has plagued
Me all my life and left me without hope

Hope that was once given back to me
Given to me to hold and to cherish
But stripped away once more

The same silence still grasps my soul
Pulling me to the ground
Forcing me to remember
Remember all the hurt and all the pain

And now the light dies once more
Darkness consuming my barren being
Silence...


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Chakros, in the year 80 MA.