Silent stone faces

 

Those silent stone faces glare,

looking down

through lifeless stares.

A lone bell chimes 

from the tower

in the distance.

Swiftly the sounds

evaporate into the stillness

of the late hours quickly fading existence.

The moving feet

stop. Dropping dead.

Hearts cease to beat.

Silence rings instead.

 

Nothing.

A sense of dread.

The world

has ceased moving.

Nothing.

The silence

is all consuming.

I feel screams

but they are refusing

to leave the throat sanctuary.

Knowing

that touching

the air would be

the death of the world

they perceive.

 

Soundlessly

dark edges enshroud.

Streetlights

turn off disappearing,

their lantern heads 

bowed disappointedly.

A stark maze of concrete,

indistinguishable

from the black ink,

which seems to be

all that is visible.

 

The silence was here

and we were prisoners

to this jailer of dead air.

Writhing in insanity,

beneath their stony stare.

 

 

 

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