The Silence Of The Lamb
In the darkest corners of the room,
it is when she spectates her own doom,
and she knows that if the sun comes up,
it certainly won't be soon,
the silence of the room,
which only deepens her wound....
It is the silence of the lamb,
of the good child,
the silence of the doom,
as the angel spreads its wings
and the haunted melody swings
There is no more love,
no genuine emotion,
all she gets is the coldness of the room,
and the constant memory of her own wound....
If the sun comes up,
it certainly won't be soon,
since the silence has spread now
much more than that of the room,
and in her heart, she experiences woe,
but what can she do !?
Nothing at all,
the death of the grave,
the will of others,
which brought to her silence so soon,
and every time outside is noon,
she doesn't see the sun,
she only sees her own wound
Posted May 12, 2026, 2:51 PM UTC