The dark of the night, seems like blackness all around; but it’s bright in comparison, to a soul with no sound.
The me that I was, has been gone for a while; I trusted in love, before it deleted my smile.
The suffering of silence, through echoes of pain; are the screams from my Hell, before my heart is slain.
To the one’s that I loved, I’ve given my all; I think I am empty, and hearing that call.
The silence is dark, and calling my name; because we both had an existence, that’s exactly the same.
A soul isn’t supposed, to survive all alone; half of a whole, is all I have known.
So with blood that won’t flow, from a heart with no beat; will I still be alone, when death I do meet?
By Ronnie H. Lee 7/28/2014