Sounds of Silence
Somebody say something
To me, this silence is deafening
It calls to me,
I feel in its presence an essence
Feeding on my weakness, Growing.
In this silence a muted Angel sings,
Her quiet song rings in my soul
Causes to alter my heart which rarely falters,
Puts on an altar perception that warps
Deforms with the heavenly sounds of her silent harp.
The music indulges my most primal muses
In it there is a soundless figure
That with vigor reveals itself to be me, the most truest me.
This me I hide so well that even I rarely see
And when it creeps through the silent cracks, it spells my end beginning.