The silence hides screams of a pain so bittersweet. But people tend to lend a deaf ear. In silent eyes lie treasures of deep sorrow and misery. But the glowing diamonds are blinding and they go unseen. On a silent mouth hangs a torture unsaid. But no one cares to read it and erase the dread.
In a weeping heart beat wells of a crimson silence. And the bloodtears flow dark but no one bothers to end the pestilence. In a silent mind sweet murmurs grow into deafening shrieks. For the clamor becomes the calm and the innocence endlessly leaks. In a silent hand burns an invitation to wipe away the fear. But cold hands refuse to answer and the flames consume the hope so dear.
To murder the silence is to suffocate the screams, to let out all the torturing dreams, to deafen another’s caring ear, to stain another’s soul with a scarlet tear, to suffer and not fear to adore, to reawaken the sleeping hopes in a tearing roar, to unleash the insanity into the calmest night, to melt the icy hands in an embrace of might, to drink the sharp blood of a heart silently, eternally broken, to inhale from the bent lips all the laments and the words unspoken…
And only when there are no more lonely needs to feed will the draining of silence be complete.