• finnisam 5w

    No Sound

    Alas ‘tis the same, alas I know only sorrow,
    I do not wish to see tomorrow.
    This is my lot, to languish upon the soil,
    My pain is eternal as is my toil.
    Some days I long to see the night
    And on others I see the light
    But in the end ‘tis all the same,
    I am consumed by self made shame.
    The monster I deem to create
    Is the beast of unconscious hate
    That forms itself in my faded mind,
    Losing itself to the rhythm of mankind.
    I am lost and cannot be found,
    Screaming, and yet I make no sound.