End of Silence

Hearing whispers that keep repeating
Over and over louder, as it gets beating

Squeezing tight to make it stop with a wish
In silent screams that it may vanish

How can a wish come true when silence rules
It serves to lead the mind of fools

Every note played in a song of life
Cut out with a razor-sharp knife

Left with a sound of silence
Taken by an act of self-violence

The final strum, the end of a fading hum
Waiting for death to come

Stabbing lights that strike like diamonds
Cutting deep it ends the silence

All that remains on a page, a name and a title, neither saint nor sage
Forgotten in time of a hearts bleeding rage