The silence is contradicting
Mimicking the sounds of reverberations
This wholeness does not consume me
Although I am one with my invisible cloak of energy
Silence is not dead; it is pure and alive inside my head
Holding me, hating me
I am the dead martyr of its fury
And it is very much alive
The silence is draining
My thoughts are torn from one catalyst to another
Sensory holocaust choking me
As I find what I’ve known all along
And the night closes its eyes to disappear
I see what this silence means
A newfound dimension of pent up emotions
Pushing through my veins
The silence is conquering
I’ve fallen forever into its realms
Seeing, leaving, tumbling within
Fading into its walls
Where the silence is defeating