In Memory Of

I think I've finally run out of things, of things that I had to say

I've scribbled every one I could think of on a napkin or a page

Scratched some deep into my skin and screamed others on a stage

So what am I to do now that words rolling off the tongue fades?

Can I be silent and for how long do you think it would last?

I'm suffering already and I'm not even done scripting my futures past

I'm losing touch with who I am having no lines left to cast

My heart palpitates in a syncopated rhythm to silence so I'm fading fast

Can you help me?

To figure out what really matters?

Can you direct me?

Now that my purpose has been shattered?