It is the silence
that makes us mad,
but it is the silence
that controls our madness.
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Heavy Themes
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Descent Into
Madness
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ıllı Annie ıllı
Artist
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I've heard of my name before,
yet I knew nothing about it,
it is familiar and foreign,
this peculiar name of mine,
I believe I knew of it
as much as I knew not of it,
my name, what on earth is my name
that I often guarded so?
Am I someone with a name,
for I had claimed that I have one,
and yet, do I not have a name
since I couldn't recall it?
And if I did have a name,
what is the purpose of my life?
Did I serve the nobility
or have no master at all?
Am I a pawn of some game,
the chosen sacrificial lamb?
Or am I trapped within a hoax
to which I can't escape from?
I oft ask, "What is my name?"
to which the small ones answer it,
and they tell it with such hushed tones
obscured by the loud silence,
But beyond the wee voices
do I hear voices of the gods
akin that to a thunderclap,
so loud, yet with clarity,
It's the chatty little ones
that forces me to deviate,
but to whom do I separate,
even then, I do not know,
Though they might have the answer
to the question that's in my head,
but they seem to be quite selfish
in regards to that notion,
But even so, even so,
they all tell me next to nothing,
instead, they try to imitate
the life of which I still have,
It's the silent little ones
that are out there, waiting for me,
to hound me and to harass me,
to ruin my sanity,
They share not with me my name
to take hold my identity,
to become me and take my place
and ruin all that I have,
They whisper, "It's for the best
for you to remain so clueless
of the life that you had before,
so not thy name,"
But what is it in that name
that makes me yearn and crave for it?
Though do I truly have such name,
or am I some nameless serf?
Who am I? What is my name?
Could someone tell me who am I?
Who am I? What on earth's my name?
Who knows my identity!?
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ıllı Kowshick Roy Sagor ] ıllı
BG Photographer
Comments (2)
So beautiful
Hell yes