Saeihr

Trapped in the dark, engulfed by the light; Is this what keeps me up at night? Is it to much to ask? I don't want to fight. Give me the bliss of eternal twilight. The dull, the beautiful. It's all the same. A world in which I can feel no shame. Oh, how the silence ever calls my name. Domestication of what cannot be tamed. But in silence, what's the point of life? The musical beauty that stems from our strife, The way we sing when we see the light, The way we scream when we tempt the knife. Silence, so beautiful, like a siren sings, As hypnotic as how the pendulum swings. But why continue to achromatize all things; To neutralize