Talking To The Night

Would you believe it?

I scream into the night,
And you wouldn't believe that sight.
Even if you had seen me lying by myself,
On the damn floor.

I disappear into the sound,
I hope I will not be found.
My silence is violent.

I am trying to hide it.
Maybe I am not worth your wild.

My head is a prison, concealing my mind,
From those who would tear me down.

And try to bury me into the ground.

I can't see the light,
I am so far down.
Lost in the sound.

Would you believe me?
If you saw me,
Would you think I was like the rest?
Or broken like the best?

I don't even believe me,
My head is my prison and my paradise.
Just like a roll of a dice.

I wish I was like the rest.
Maybe I won't feel like this inside.
But could I be dead like the rest?

Cold yet living.
Trapped yet free.
Loud yet silent.

I am a shadow of me.
I am a soul inside a shell.
Living in this hell.