- from my heart etched with your name

Silence, Silence, silence.
I give it to people, but I can never take it.

My ears ache for every single second I spend it alone.
The faint buzz, the faint ring of the feeling of loneliness ... with a slight hint of hope.

I fill the silence with music.
But the hole in my heart isn't filled for the silence pierces me.

My heart is punctured and your name is etched upon it,
As if you're Van Gogh signing his starry night sky.

My night stars that once were, burn out as you do and just remain a memory.

The difference between van gogh's work compared to yours
Is people gaze upon his pieces filled with curiosity, admiration as well as inspiration.
Unlike yours, filled with spite, rejection and distance.

Van gogh used a canvas ; you used my heart
He used paint and charcoal ; you used my time and left me in the silence.

I think too far ahead of myself, I know.
Every time I decide to work on this, I stop.
Purely because you break the silence.

I fall back in.
It's the cycle.
One I hate.
But I just don't know how to break.

 
- from my heart etched with your name