The Silence Of The Graveyard

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The grave silences us all, so speak your truth to the world.

Leave your echoes behind.

We must follow our hearts, and answer the calling of our souls.

Don't wait for a moment that may never come.

Don't leave your song unsung..

It will haunt you to your grave – and perhaps beyond…

How can I say, when it all fell away?
When the tethers that bind became weathered and frayed...
When the moments I cherished, the stories I made;
They crumbled beneath me, and drifted away... 

The shadows, they came for me, deep in the night;
The darkness devoured all sound and all sight.
As silence embraced me I swore I could hear;
A whisper, a warning - that the end had drawn near...

[though deep in the darkness, I will follow the light;
though chained to the empty, still I revel in life]

From shadows, they slithered (there was ice in my veins);
My dreams - once denied -  now they howled in my face.
The silence that followed, it carried away,
A lie once believed, that my life wouldn't fade.

(I could wait for my moment, there would always be time.
I didn't yet know that the moment's weren't mine.)
…

She feared me, refusing to look me in the eyes;
(denial) she hid under such clever lies.
As time moved upon her, she could not yet face;
Her days were but flickers, and would be erased..

Though I whispered each day, softly into her ear;
That I followed her close, that the end would draw near;
Still she told herself that there would always be time;
She would wait for her moment, but the moments were mine...

[for all the years wasted,
and all the days lost;
all her dreams unfulfilled;
much too heavy a cost.]

…

I shunned the whispers, though they followed me close;
Telling me nothing was yet set in stone...
That as long as a breath filled my lungs up with air;
There was still time for living, though none could be spared.

[a print in the sand that would show I was there]

An echo, a whisper, a life rearranged;
A piece left behind so the world would be changed...
Now silence and sorrow are all that I hold,
Where once was a flame, now my heart has grown cold...

So many years wasted, so many days lost,
Broken dreams (unfulfilled), much too heavy a cost.

…

[into this place where souls come to rest;  
in darkness I stood, a trespassing guest.]
The spirits, they lingered, with sorrow to bear.
Where once there was hope, now only despair...

I saw that the darkness, it had swallowed her whole;
And I knew that I must, that I must fill my soul.
I must reach for my dreams, I must grip them so tight;
Before I am silenced, by the infinite night...

…

Then before my eyes, came blackened wings;
That stole my breath, and all my dreams.
I had wasted my moment, my flickering light,
Was stolen, extinguished, on the blackest of nights..