1:30 AM
Driven mad by pain
My voice makes no sound,
Your voice betrays no emotion.
Would you still kill me with that knife?
Would you still feel remorse from my death?
Can you still hear your feelings over the screams of the present?
My face quivers, tears falling from my scared eyes,
your face remains impassive, eyes yes reflecting the light of an early dawn,
but the dawn is warped by pain.
Can you still feel the pain from you emotional scars?
Does the pain of your past protect you from the pain of your future?
A shadow over your conscious,
A shroud of fear over mine.