The Haunting Chaos

Devoid of life, standing to their roots
In the deepest part of the amygdala,
The remnants of an empty house.
Its decays echoing with silenced screams,
slammed door, shaking the walls,
a warning they’ll collapse,  
along with the shards of glass,
scattered all around into fragments,
thundered voices merge through.
All colliding into one symphony of tumult,
a cacophony holding the fury within,
giving shape to a chaotic storm,
leaving behind this eerie silence.