We Know the Silence

Hush now. The door has no handle. The room has no dawn. Still, you came. I came with clean hands. I leave with none. We know... We know... I kneel where the candle bends, Where the black thread coils and tightens. I hear no choir, only breath, Only names the dark has written. I wear my blade like a vow, I keep my pulse low and hollow. Mother, speak beneath the floor, Give me one more soul to follow. My child, your shadow learned to crawl Before your heart could tremble. You call it murder in the light, But here, all deaths assemble. Bring me the fear behind the face, Bring me the last unfinished prayer. The Void is patient with the weak, But I am waiting there. I heard the walls pronounce a name. I placed it softly on your tongue. I felt my mind begin to fray. Devotion always comes undone. We know... The lock. The breath. The bone. We know... Who walks alone. We know the silence under your door. We know the footstep crossing the floor. We know the prayer you buried below. We know... We know... I am the hand that never shakes. I am the voice the grave obeys. We know the hour. We know the road. We know... We know... No gold can warm the sanctuary, No wine can rinse the dreaming. I smiled at dawn like any man, But heard the rafters screaming. The Tenets scratch behind my eyes, A scripture made of splinters. Mother, if this is madness now, Then madness has a center. Come closer, son of quiet knives, Come closer, loyal stranger. The sane men beg to keep their lives; You kissed the edge of danger. I do not shout. I never chase. I am the calm inside the sever. A mother's love is not a light. It is a dark that lasts forever. I saw my face in polished steel. And did not recognize the skin. I asked if death could make me clean. I answered from within. We know... The mark. The debt. The door. We know... Who breathes no more. We know the silence under your door. We know the footstep crossing the floor. We know the prayer you buried below. We know... We know... I am the hand that never shakes. I am the voice the grave obeys. We know the hour. We know the road. We know... We know... Mother, am I faithful If I fear what I adore? Mother, am I hollow If I ask for nothing more? Faith is not the absence of fear. It is walking when I call. Madness is a little door. Devotion is the hall. Then call. I have. Then name. I will. We know... Be still. We know the silence under your door. We know the footstep crossing the floor. We know the candle dying slow. We know... We know... I go where mercy cannot see. I bloom where all the endings bleed. We know the blood. We know the snow. We know... We know... Sleep now. The room has no witness. The blade has no name. Only mine. Only yours. We know... We know... We know...