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Lips are shaking ,
and hands are shaking,
and tongues are twisting ,
and words are dying.
But if I slip into oblivion,
have I told it all?
I've told you times before
but a stranger speaks a foreign tongue,
nothing breaks the padded wall
like no one hears a silent scream,
no one sees what could have been.
But if I slip into oblivion
will you still remember me?
Are my words bold enough?
Was I ever good enough?
Thoughts are racing ,
hands are shaking,
tongues are twisting,
I am dying
because I never could,
but I can and I will.
But in rapid succession I feel myself losing
I feel myself lying
falling and weightless
my mouth gaping open
I'm choking on air,
and my throat is swollen.
I try to scream, and cry and rage,
but a stranger speaks a foreign tongue
no one hears what I have to say
no one knows what the dead think
and no one sees what they don't believe.
So if I slip into oblivion
I will tell you what I feel,
but I speak a foreign tongue
and strangers never feel at home,
so then I'm meant to walk and talk alone.
But the words don't come out
because words cannot describe,
so they squirm on my tongue like a man waiting to die.
but Time expires and I'm ashes in the wind.
No one misses what was never there
like no one knows that I was here.
- by La Soleil Blanche |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/27/2009 |
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Chiruru Sitashi - 06/30/2009
- I like it it was well described....
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