Untitled - May 30, 2001

I'm looking for that silent place within,
where I can't hear the voices
that wear away
on nerves long dead.

I'm searching for the silence
that is golden to my soul,
where all I can feel
is the heartbeat of another.

I'm finding that hidden nook
where the pain just fades away,
where the words wash aside
all the cuts made unknowingly.

I'm jumping into an abyss
of deathly emptiness,
where light does not enter
and hope does not escape.

I'm waiting for the end,
where the words will hold no power,
and time will have no sway.

I'm hiding from the world,
knowing my knowledge is not quite enough
to make the leap
from this life
to the next.