Death of a Silent God


On the edge of darkness, looking in
As I stare into the abyss of bleakness
Shooting stars, tears from the sky falling
I hear no sound, and see no colours
The god of the silent, in an empty kingdom

The vision that was planted in my brain
It still remains, a cancer that slowly grows
A vision of a man, turning to the empty cold
Collar turned to the shadow, fading through mists
Stepping away from the lights of clarity

The vision grows still more, filling me
Ten thousand people in a silent mass
Eyes closed from the truth of their misguidance
And minds locked away, scared of what they may find
If they but looked beyond what they wish to see

No-one dared to break the fragile silence
They do not know what they may learn
Were they but to speak and share a thought?
As they bow in prayer to the gods they made
For answers that in their hearts they wish not to know

The mindless masses that the visions shows
Make my heart swell with hatred for them and me
For I am but another of the masses, unknowing
Searching for everything and hoping to find nothing
The dying God of the silent vigil to his herd

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