light headed.

Silence is the hand of the clock that is ticking as the sound it's piercing through my head
 through my thoughts
 through my mind
 through my heart
Am I going mad because of you or because I am without you?
Are these questions with infinite answers, or are there really any answers at all?
Silence is scratching
it's clawing
it's creating a void so dark and deep
Are you as lost without me as am I without you
or have you found yourself in the loss of me?