The sound of silence

Here, the sound of silence linguers in the emptiness of my souls walls
Seems to be no more than a shadow
No more than the dusty powder of my missing heart
Floating, once carried by the perfect tender light of your presence.

And what am I to you now
My soul keeps asking to the dark hollow skies
What am I to you in this whole big world?
I keep asking in, lost in my own despair of dark daughter of shadows
Was I ever anything at all

Never carried around it, but I’m curious now
And I hold on my cold wall of ice for eternity
And you will be on the other side, forever
Waiting for something or someone that doesn’t exist anymore