The Quiet
It’s too quiet in here…
and it's that quiet she fears
Alone in the darkness, turning sick
Dread starts to devour her thick
Stillness of the shadows mocking
All oxygen seems to leave the room
Senses in tuned, she knows he’s close
Feels him before she can see him move
It’s too quiet in here…
and it's that quiet she fears
All promises that things will be different
Any hope of escape lost in the silence
The secret of the heat, breath on her neck
Sour stink and sweat envelope young skin
Eyes closed tight, she swallows back the tears
Dares not scream, knowing the trouble therein
It’s too quiet in here…
and it's that quiet she fears
Only minutes it may last
The demon, he makes it fast
But it might as well be
More than forever, an eternity
For the scars are made, they still remain
Eating away, taking a little more each day
From a soul once so pure, so beautifully bright
Fading soundless, mute into the darkness of night
It’s too quiet in here…
and it's that quiet she fears
Left alone with her thoughts
Fears turn to shame, too soon turn to blame
Again resolve makes it home
A more familiar one, it’s never known
Won’t let it happen again, no never again
She won’t let him near her, won’t let him in
Whatever it takes, there must be away
A safe place, somewhere else she can stay
It’s too quiet in here…
and it's that quiet she fears
But all resolve starts to crumble
Gives way to hopelessness and doubt
As cold fear makes its claim
Her life, such like a prison
She cries out, but no one’s there to listen
Nowhere to turn, not a place she can go
Left to wait out her sentence
Empty and huddled, trying to hide in the despair
Lost in the quiet, he always seems to find her there
It’s too quiet…
Stop the violence, no more silence
Copyright © Cristy Quinn | Year Posted 2012
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