Quiet - S.

Silence is deadly.

The silence between these 4 walls, talks.

but it doesn't tell me what I want to hear instead, it screams the truth to my face.

The silence knows my name, and it holds me in a bittersweet embrace around 2 am.

when I am breaking down. 

Silence is deadly 

at one point it holds me, it scares me.

The silence is best friends with the darkness in my mind.

they both cloud my point of view, my thoughts aren't even sane anymore.

The Silence is poisonous

I can feel how it consumes me, it has me dancing in the palm of its hand.

dancing to its rhythm and I can't seem to stop.

Can you break my chains?

free me from the jail of my 2 am thoughts, from the silence that I confided in. 

This silence knows me better than I know myself.

It tells me to be gone, I am nothing more than just a vessel, It's like I'm fighting

with the devil.

How do I turn off my thoughts ?!

How do I tell the silence to layoff? Is it all in my head?

it said it wishes me dead.

 

 

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