Silence
Silence speaks nothing it used to,
It is now well nigh dead,
You turn less sane,
And perhaps ultimately mad,
Quiet now chills the bones,
It portends ominous,
Singing dirge tones,
Hush now means sinister,
You do not know for sure,
What medicine others may administer,
Beware when you are talking alone,
that all round you may be hearing,
just to see you buried and gone.
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