A dying spirit
A dying soul
Whispers in the moonlight’s sun
Leaving me nothing but the shadow of my pride
Taunting what use to be
I smile
But my pain is squeezing through my pores
I am perspiring my hurt
But still
Denying anyone the chance to wipe my tears

Staring into the mirror
Not noticing that face
But
Those eyes...Those eyes are familiar
Those are the same eyes that once betrayed me
They aren’t my eyes
Because I could never betray myself in such way
But somehow the watering of those eyes correspond with the aching in my chest

Screaming at the top of my lungs
Until my organs sing
This is the sound of my silence raging…
…Loneliness