My Love For The Dark

I once came across a wise man speaking

but all he said was nothing.

I guess that’s why he is so wise

because he knows nothing.

It must be difficult to speak

when you know nothing.

Now I am trying to speak

through my outspoken silence,

for all to hear and see

how it feels to be me.

How I forget all important events

and keep to heart my irrelevant crosses.

Things like the colour of the sun

while i ran for my life sixteen years ago

or the expression on John’s face

when he had to leave his parents at a tender age.

How it feels to relate to sadness

faster and better than to gladness.

Though I do have happy moments

but they all become blurry some days to come.

My psychologist told me

that bad memories are difficult to erase,

even to the very day you answer to death.

I guess that’s why I stay plugged in

to strong dark lyrics whenever i am down

in order to catch the feeling

that i am not alone in this situation.

My Uncle told me not to get married

but guess what? He is married.

Every one gives advice

but does the direct opposite.

It must be really easy to spit than to swallow.

Therefore, I sit alone at the middle of the night,

with my dark eyes staring into the thin air

because that’s when everything becomes so clear.

When the cool wind whispers into my ears.

then I see my friend

who drives away my fears.

Little wonder i keep to myself

because the only one who understands me,

comes very late at night.

There and then we speak

the only language we have ever understood... SILENCE