Silence

loud sounds of nothingness, in a moment that stops the time.

Replaying the memories of yesterday's voices now there's not even an single sigh.

A past aray of arguments, feel as though our thoughts are particularly targeted attacking our racing mind.

No matter what's right, no matter what's wrong, to speak our thoughts to end alone

Showing excitement, tried being an enlightment, turning slowly into stone.

Fighting what's right with all of thy might clashing waves of angry emotions loosing grip from holding on tight.

Reality slowly disipiates in to the dark unknown the residue of ridicule cuts off a softer tone.

Struggling with finding humbleness, being left with only the numbingness no word as sharp as a knife is dull

Silence murders the beckoning call.