Defeaning Silence

A fragment, a piece
The whole world inside of me

Nothing
Everything
The sun and the desert
The wolf and the sheperd
A glass, a feather
An instant to forget it

From the crumbling noise
Of feet climbing the mountain
Until silence overwhelms
Not a move was ever heard
Not a story to be told
But one of hope and regret
Where the lie was never met
For the thrill of existence to be felt once again

Past and future overlap

For this journey to heaven is mine alone
The road to hell is not what you've been told


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