Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Chaotic Silence
12.28.03
Cold- the air is cold
And the silence of it all is killing me slowly
I hear the words being spoken
Gently- but there all the same
Falling down into the crowd
The angel beckons the way out
And a silver sheen is placed beyond the tears
Echoing within their fears
Chaotic silence is close at hand
Engulfing all- beginning the end
The chaotic silence which is ever so much mine
Spill the cup- bleed the wine
Hear their breathing?
They are drawing in
Bring out your faith
In its ignorant spin
Do not look back
Ignore the betrayal
The passing is made so much easier that way
Listen to her beckoning-
And somehow you may be able to stay
Time cannot be undone
Stopped or tampered
But such a fate-
Is not ready within this rampant rage
Chaotic silence is close at hand
Engulfing all- beginning the end
The chaotic silence which is ever so much mine
Spill the cup- bleed the wine
Because this is my chaotic silence, my snow covered tears
And in the end I’ll wake- and I know you won’t be there
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]