Silence, it intertwines itself in shadows and echoes the sounds,
Silence, sitting patiently, waiting for the drop of a pen or a foot on the ground,
Silence, echoing my image in the air, exaggerating my every touch, my every motion.
Every breath tears at the fabric of reality, holding on only by the seams.
Silence, soon it'll be morning, and I can wish you sweet dreams. |
Submission Name: Silence is Silver
