In the silence I hear my heart,
A rhythm I'd thought long gone.
Devoid of your love, it cannot cry.
Its purity withdrawn.

Yet alas my eyes weep as the crimson streams seep.
The quiet e'er mocking me.
Scarlet stained tears taunt my unresolved fears,
Laughing iambically.

In my vain attempt consumed with contempt,
The torment I try to end.
To silence the silence and quell my confinement, and ease my spirit at last.
No longer must I pretend.

Ne'er a trace of light, nor the foreboding fright will ever catch my sight;
For now I'm at rest, my accursed soul free.
I let myself fall, devoured by dark, I am finally at peace,
My heart no longer bleeding rhythmically.