Sometimes quiet is violent,
In the stillness, I hear the sirens,
Echoes of battles I’ve lost in my mind,
I find it hard to hide it,
This emptiness swallows, it’s cruel and blinding.
My pride is no longer inside,
It’s on my sleeve, a mark of my pride,
My skin will scream, a relentless pain,
Reminding me of who I killed in my dream.
Shadows creep in the corners of my soul,
Memories linger, they’re dark and they’re cold,
I wear my scars like a chain to my fate,
But the ghosts of my past whisper, “It’s too late.”
My pride is no longer inside,
It’s on my sleeve, a mark of my pride,
My skin will scream, a relentless pain,
Reminding me of who I killed in my dream.
In the silence, I drown in despair,
The weight of my choices, too heavy to bear,
I’m trapped in this cycle, a loop of regret,
Searching for solace, but I’m lost in the debt.
My pride is no longer inside,
It’s on my sleeve, a mark of my pride,
My skin will scream, a relentless pain,
Reminding me of who I killed in my dream.
Sometimes quiet is violent,
And hope feels like a distant alignment,
With every heartbeat, I sink further down,
In this endless darkness, I’ll forever drown.