Silence

even in the silence you hear something
Peacful or malevolent in the quietness
You create something out of it
Because in itself it is nothing

Silence is like darkness
So many hidden mysteries
So much pain and joy
So much dread and longing
Speaks volumes, and yet,
Never bothers to make a sound

It is so fragile, so delicate
That even the meer mention of it
Can break it
Unspoken words may hang in the air
And may never be brought to light
Such like the silent weeping
In the blakened glow of night

Silence speaks for us
Only as a whisper
It is the nothingness
that made sad souls whole
And confirmed their death-of-life inside

It is powerful to those who understand it
Is irrevent to those who dont
Becomes an irritation to those that dread it
Because it is nothing and it is everything

Silence is the music that plays
After my nightmares
It is like the MSG fed into my fears
it fills up, into me
It sucks and slithers around me

I couldnt call it my closest of friends
Or come up with a reason why i'd like it to end
Because it has become a part of me
Sort of like a craving
But each time I take more
I become more hollow than the day before