An eye cries... Silently, softly through the night... It sings the song of sorrow, it yells out the pain... It feels the feeling heart can not feel anymore...
The heart is tired... Tired and shattered... Shattered and broken... Fallen apart into pieces, like those pieces of glass lying on the floor... It lays silent, dead... No one cares to bury it... The only visitor is the silence...
The body is light... There is no one but the dead heart and silence... It lays aloft... It doesn't feel... No pain... No grief... No joy... It is the silent coffin in which the silence buried itself...
The silence echoes through the deaf ears... The deaf ears sing the songs of joy... No one hears the songs, and they get lost... Lost like the raven in the night...
The night is the closure... night hides the body like its baby... the night cries for the death of the heart... Grief flows as tears from the sky... People walk... silently...
The rain hits hard on the windows... The walls and the doors rumble... The windows listen... Listen how the silence is broken... Listen to the heart that sings softly a hum that no one heard before... No one but the windows...
The people walk past by... The body lies there... Thousands flow by and one lies there... The people lost inside themselves... The body gets carried away by the winds of entropia...
The body is light... There is no one there... Even the heart has left it... Now it's all alone, just like the heart was once... and still is... The body cries... No-one sees... No one but the emotions carried away by the wind...
Emotions strike like lightning... They make you scream... They make you cry for days... The emotions hit the body as they flow... The body cries and screams... No one hears...
No one stands there, looking nowhere in sight... Nothing happens as no one slightly lifts its head up... It sings that peculiar sound of nothing... For never...
Never comes down streaming into the heart once called the Ruby of Man... It shone like the stars used to smile... It used to sing like gulls, so free and yet so happy... It used to be free... It used to be with everyone... It used to talk... It used to exist...
Now the existance is just a fake illusion of our minds... This illision just a disillusion... The man made illusion of nothingness... A man falls, he's there for the rest of his existance... But he doesn't exist...
He, the man, cries until the moon smiles upon him... He cries for the loneliness to find its way... He cries and cries, until the ruby dies... The ruby yelps and gives it all away...
The heart lies, in the hands of the night... A man screams, a deaf man hears, he shows it to the blind, the paralyzed makes a surprising gesture with all his body...
The heart dies...
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