Silent the Monster

The clock strikes the time but you are still awake,

Thinking & thinking about the day that awaits.

Where you stand on the bridge in stillness & fear,

For the monstrous scream that driven you here.

Beneath you is a murky firth, between the two ends complain,

The oceans you spun and you must sail strong.

Your mind would be against to sail,

But your heart should tell you to prevail.

To be stronger but lighter than ever again.

Hold on for the euphoric,

Endured to conflate the numb prosaic.

Silent the monster’s scream,

To shine through the cold & dark dream.

Triumph the battle over mysterious pain,

Because there will be sunshine, no more rain.

You can run away from the tears,

Through the laughter of loved ones you must hear.

You have all the right!

And it is how the wounded souls bright.

Cycle the storm until you drown,

Push the thought of suicide away & and put the knife down.

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So here it is a letter for you, the letter you must not burn.

A letter that you need through the uncertainty of the unknown.

You must prevail, we must prevail.

A legacy must be left behind.

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