The silence is deafening
Of the darkest hour of night,
Yet dawn seems so far away
Tumultuous waves of conflict
Lay siege to the walls of my sanity
The cracks grow wider
I sell happiness, without knowing it myself
The cloak of invulnerability
No longer veils me
I stand alone, exposed
A victim of my own conscience
Loneliness is my lot
And the sound of dreams being shattered
Is my swansong
