The silence is mocking.
It reads the truth of every move.
Smothering, blinding like
the assasin's cloak.
Trapping me in a place
where no one hears my shouted pleas.
The silence it stays faithful.
A blind dog allied to the demons
of my dyed, silvery eyes.
It wields the blade to halt
my truthful lies.
Silence, it berates me
with its resounding notes.
I fall into the safe shell
which forced silence peddles.
Hiding, not running yet a coward
all the same.
The silence it was once my friend,
now it becomes an enemie's twin.
