Hear nothing, see nothing

All I hear is only
The sound of silence

When madness returns
Everything turns
Into a deep thought
Knocking at my door
The strongest possible
But escaping is not an option

Why can't I run
If I'm already free to fly?
Why only butterflies
Are like angels?

The night sky seems empty
Because stars won't shine
Where there is the presence of rain
The cold wind is now wet
By the tears of some unknown joy

Reflecting my despair
In a meaningless piece of paper
To be kept underneath of nothing
And above all

I am trying to control a storm...


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Obs.: Escrevi o que vinha na minha cabeça antes de dormir. Não sei por que escrevi essas coisas. ;s