Silence is Dead
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.