Silence

It's the silence that kills
cold fingers down the spine chill
ice tinged, tear soaked pillow on skin
that's when the voices begin

It's the silence that hurts the most
clouds the room, its deepening gloom chokes
like a fog, a menacing smog that cant be escaped
takes your thoughts and returns them mishaped

It's the silence that stings, crawls on your skin
like insects just digging, digging, digging
can feel their chattering, as they gnaw at the bones
a cacophony, a symphony of silent tones

It's the silence that calls, when you're all alone
it screams in your ears, in a nonvocal moan
deafening vibrations that click the switch
flicked into off, the brain starts to itch
the silent swarm surrounds, you feel your skin twitch
as your thoughts shift, an internal memory glitch

It's the silence that invades, when night falls
loneliness, as a heart choked of love stalls
the sound of a million cracks on the surface
as inside the splinters take purchase
the sound of a million words said in earnest
locked in a soundless cell to stall in the air wordless

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.