Silence Speaks To Me

Nothing can be better than being in solitude. The amount of pain caused by chaos has no words. I drink from the cup of babel only to taste vile screams, Bewilderment. And so I look forward to the days that hold silence, For that's where I am content and find my inner peace. The silent whispers of darkness paint pictures in the space Pictures of thoughts disintegrating into the cold. . . Silence. Nothing can be better than the whispers of silence The whispers only I can hear The whispers that are never to be found by another. In the midst of all this I find comfort in knowing. The past promises no future, but its good to look back Knowing I made it this far. All falls silent.