I'm addicted to silence,
To the cold and the dark,
I'm addicted to darkness,
To the beat of my heart.

Stuck here,
Just waiting,
For someone to come searching,

Stuck here,
I'm waiting,
For somebody to find,
For somebody to discover,

What is left,
Of me and mine,
Since the day,
I was left behind.

To uncover my remains,
Unearth all of this pain
That still has not decayed.

I played my hand,
Yesterday,
I walked the path that I was made.
With a feeling as though time's delayed,

I've played my ace,
My clubs,
My spades,
I tore my hearts in two,
It had seemed like at the time,
The least that I could do,
The lesser evil, of the two.

And my diamonds?
I gave those to you.

But still I'm stuck here in the dark,
Left waiting,
For a single spark.

I'm addicted to the silence,
To the quiet,
And the fright.

I'm addicted to the sparks,
I think Insanity was right.
I'm addicted to the slashing,
The flashing of the lightning,
Crackling bright,
Trembling light

I'm addicted to the dark,
The rolling of the thunder,
The rumbling of rain,
To the night skies that cry,
Cry out in pain.

But how, you ask, is thunder silent,
If it is the night skies cry?
Well, by the time the rumble's reached my ears,
The sound is all but disappeared,
Or at least,
Now it's something that I can't hear.

So here I sit,
And here I'll stay,
As you decided it'd be fun,
To have something with,
Which you could play.

So here I'll sit,
And here I'll stay,
As you play with your cat's cradle,
As you play with the strings of my broken heart.

That broken heart that I despise,
That broken heart of lies.
That broken heart chalk full of pain,
That broken heart of shame.

That desperately,
I've tried to hide,
To lock away so silently,
To cage away beside the dark.

I'm addicted to the silence,
To the beat of my own heart.

I'm addicted to the shadows,
The bated breath of broken minds.

I'm addicted to the dark,
The silent shadows of my heart.

Because I listen to my heartbeat,
Played back on repeat,
To help me fall asleep,
When fatigue is not enough,
To let me to find my peace.

I listen to my heartbeat,
Played back to me,
Beat,
After beat,
After beat,
After beat,
To sing me gently into sleep.

Because when silence still is not enough,
My heartbeat,
Racing,
Pacing,
Slowing,
Phasing,
Will rock me gently, till I weep.
Until I've sunken deep enough.

To finally sway,
To be lifted away,
To be given the gift of peace,
That's so desperately I need.

Hopefully,
I'll find my rest,
Eventually,
In sleep

Because as reality has said,
Time and time again
I'm addicted to the sound of silence,
To the beat of my own heart.

© The Aeth Aero