Lost in the Silence

Existentialism
Is a ghost religion
Seekers with no desire to believe
The emptiness becomes the silence
That fills all wounds 
It is born in tombs
Wander my little minutes
They are left to me only
By a godless infinity
As a thing
Wherefore are all the prayers
of all the unknown past hordes
where is all their love
and all their desire?
It is lost in the silence
Like a game of chess
Where the pieces took control
The king killed his queen
Left her bleeding in the street
While the stars exploded
Into laughing prophets and whores
That shared the same opinion
Of me and my fellow man
I mourn the scarcity of my faith
I lost  it in the silence
Alone is enough