Silence is Dead
Kevin Sadoski

Silence sneaks through our ears

And empty thoughts become occupied.

Your own voice creeps like tears

Down your cheek over dreams that died.

Screams you cried, just to be there

While your mind is unaware.

Violence peeks by your stare

When you sighed to care.

With the more known through the seams

Of our stitched eyes,

A brain alone keeps what means

Most between the lies.