Silence
By Ian Stevens
Can
you hear the whispering
drifting
in the air,
and
only faintly hinting
that
someone is there?
Can
you feel their presence
lingering
all around?
It's
the dead calling within silence;
you
cannot hear a sound.
They
beckon for more and more
to
join their empty abyss
because
those corrupt to the core
deserve
nothing more than this.
The
horde of sinners all around me
just
wait for my suicide
since
it's so hard to really see
how
in Him I am able to confide.
I
asked myself, “Does God exist?
Is
he even really there?
I'm
about to cut my wrist
yet
he doesn't seem to care...”
but
just before I give up and die
I
think of my loved ones' pain;
all
the tears that they would cry
falling
as hard as the rain.
I
think of all the good things in life
that
I would throw away
all
because it is so hard to strive
when
my heart was cast astray.
I
am weak; I've given in.
The
answer is quite clear
that
since I am drowning in sin
I
know my end is near.
What
was I thinking in my head?
No
one really cares
if
I'm alive or if I'm dead,
hell
no one knows I'm there.
What
good things would I throw away
if
I just disappeared?
My
soul has already fallen astray;
I'm
not worth a single tear.....
So
now I have made my choice,
and
I know what I must do.
I
have no more to say; I have no voice
in
this decision needed to be made true.
Can
you hear the whispering
drifting
in the air,
and
only faintly hinting
that
someone is there?
Can
you feel it lingering around?
Can
you feel its presence?
Though
you cannot hear a sound,
I
am calling to you within silence.....