The Silence of Being - Sacrosanct

Closed to me by a wall of silence

I never tried to ask for reasons

I see the answer in their faces:

«Don't try to speak a language

You even don’t understand»

Sometimes it seems the less I hear the more I see

Deaf I am but blinded the men around me

Thinking about my life makes me feel

Like walking on thin ice

I’ll break through by roaring sounds

An unreal fall with silent cries

Feeling their looks burning on my skin

When I’m trying to explain

Always not alone but I can hear

My inner silence calling me back

Sometimes it seems the less I hear the more I see

Deaf I am but blinded the men around me

The silence of being

Just an empty feeling

A voyage into the unknown

No trip out of this stillness

Four walls seem to get closer

To hug me into solitude

But how can I live

When silence kills my being?

Day by day, Piece by piece

Crawling in my innerself

Fingers of lonelyness

Slowly touch my soul

Desolation, isolation

Discontent with my situation

Frustration, simulation,

To hear is my solicitation

Thinking about my life makes me feel

Like walking on thin ice

I’ll break through by roaring sounds

An unreal fall with silent cries

Feeling their looks burning on my skin

When I’m trying to explain

Always not alone but I can hear

My inner silence calling me back

Sometimes it seems the less I hear the more I see

Deaf I am but blinded the men around me

The silence of being

Just an empty feeling

A voyage into the unknown

No trip out of this stillness