The silence is deafeningMost days it is unnoticeableBut upon the moon riseThoughts become suffocatingTo the point of being inconsolable Disrupting the silence with my criesEach teardrop slowly dissipatingHow was I so easily disposable?Luckily this sadness dies Losing you isn't...

Days streched and yawned And I felt bound to an eternal sleep Wondering Would it be like that forever.