Silence — Esoteric

I lift my head, but there is no reason to move Time Takes from us the years we build What can be lost within a day

Words may pass Time has no mercy upon truth Crushing all in its path

Reason is lost here Leaving us alone with the questions This bizarre metaphoric game Unravels like some predestined curse Each player sees the charade A hapless parade of what must be But still we play

So many lines Entangled amongst frantic visions Cascade this horrific journey

And where does this plane take us? To escape? To lost that which makes us?

Emotion never dies It only becomes distant with time Memories fade, onward towards bitter end

My head it aches As yet another day unfolds Faces of ange Ironed into my skin

And to pass away, knowing only silence