Submissions by Silhouette

It’s bewildering, how
i can hear a ten year old voice
like it’s somewhere close, while
the voice next to me is,
Just a whisper.
It’s almost a trance
like this head is divided
in a thousand parts, and i wish
If only there was a chance, to escape
As i drown in the abyss;
Of my own thoughts

It’s stupid, how
I can read the faces of
ten’s of people at once,
Like i have been there, through there
what do you call it, Déjà Vu...?
Misery drips from these eyes, they don’t sleep
‘cause the silence of the night
screams “Hell,...