A thought while silent

Silence will haunt
the archetypal.
Where as I thrive
in the dead quiet
and the thickest
of shadows,
I drive insanity
to a new level
of complex.

Hear the phantom
scream in the wind.
passing through the confines
of the humble mind
Sensuous greed for the
end of the chain,
death.

A type of fear
that everyone faces.
yet, an inevitable truth.
Yes, a new level of insanity
and retrospect of silence
in the mind of the silent.