The quiet scares me
since it speaks the truth
Stilness before a storm
is what I think of you
The only thing that's real
is what you say to hurt
The nightmare is fake
but the Dream is worse
Peace after the rain
is what gives me pain
So much at ease
while I still grieve
The Silence kills me
it makes me think
Thinking hurts
It kills what's left inside of me.
