Quiet

The loudness of the quiet floods your ears
Making them throb with the pain of the words  
That occasionally fills that empty mind
They grasp greedily, clenching
your attention in their fists
Whispering lies in hushed voices
So not to wake up the memories
from their temporary slumber
Exhausted from their horse
throats and red rimmed eyes
You can't tell truth from false
Everything has molded into one

No-one seems to notice how
long you have been gone
Owned by this maze of
trickery and deceit
With the fingers of the lost
loves you have left behind
Stretching out desperately
to pull you in
Cradling your heart in
their bloody fingers
If they can't have it now,
then they shan't have it ever

Now is the time to strike,
while you are at your weakest  
Alone in crowds of uncaring faces,
greeting you with dismissal
As you sink down into your calloused hands
The loudness of the quiet floods your ears