The silence that seperates us,
Is a chasm of unspoken words,
And every sound that interrupts,
Is a sound that goes unheard,

The darkness that enfolds us,
In it's icy embrace,
Smothers us in poisin,
That neither of us tastes,

The thoughts that drift through space,
Echo through our bones,
Asking questions eternally,
Searching for answers unknown,

The pain that binds us together,
Gives us no chance to break free,
Because freedom is lost forever,
When the problem can't be seen,

The hurt that consumes you and I,
Continues to be ignored,
Because analysing heartache,
Is something of which we're bored.