Quoting The Silence

Dust everywhere cobwebs silk, the smell of stale milk lingers
The desolate kitchen hinders me I never clean with my fingers
The house is detached from reality, its my derelict dwellings
The story telling about this place leaves my eyes red swelling

4 years to the day my wife and son died within my four walls
Butchered by my own distractive tools, pain within still calls
I’m guilty for neglect, the mauling by this fiend was unjust
So I close my eyes & picture them never will I again entrust

Malice engulfs the clouded thoughts manifesting in my head
Society has expelled me so I have to be careful where I tread
In bed I lay, dreading my meaningless existence you call life
Only this blunt knife can cut away the pain sorrowed & strife

I slit the stems of my pain my brain can’t contain that it’s insane
How could I carry out this action all attempts to stop are in vain
I felt my life leaking out of me, I soon could barely lift my arms
I gaze into my mirror drop the knife that’s clinched in my prams

I start to have flash backs, the events soon become more clear
My wife was cheating on me, this was something I always fear
I remember being sent home early and this cars parked out front
I continue to walk up the drive, close the door with a slight shunt

Moans I’m hearing form the bedroom groans start killing my ears
Tears protrude from my eyelids thoughts of the goings on I cant bare
I enter the bedroom in rage and start emptying my clip in despair
Moments latter I’m hearing sirens I try to flea this killing affair
I walk into the hall way, movement behind the door, I shoot without looking
Now my sons dead on the floor, I turn the gun on myself my brains cooking
I felt my soul leaving my body, the police have broken down the front door
A coldness has come upon me, I start quoting the silence the police man conjure
I have been trapped in this house ever since, I keep going thought this every year
On this day I come back and remember this evil deed now I’m lost in silent sphere