The Hurt of Silence

Cold
Dark
Numb

I'm with you
In you
I feel no vibration of heart
I hear no voice in your pulse

There lives in your skin
The death of passion
The wake of love treads your eyes
On your tongue dwells the icy burn of loss

There lies in this sin
The hurt of truth
The silence of pain
And yet the intensity of it.

(c) Shaziane