Don't ruin the Silence with your tongue
This blissful, beautiful thing called Silence
It portrays such toxic violence
In this graveyard lies death's work
Souls in this scene, they lurk
No one feels the hurt
A life was stolen
Without a choice
No one hears its strangled voice
The tears befell
This darling girl
Who lived through Hell
She had lost her strength
Lost her reserve
She lived a life of hate
Everything hurt, even her death
When she was choking
On her very last breath
Her heart broke in two
From the one whom she owes her death
Her wonderful, beautiful, lover; Seth
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