People knows it,
It's hidden deep down,
It's just there,
Waiting.
It tells us different things,
Whenever it's there,
Though sadness, pain and death,
Explains it most.
Silence is my friend,
My shelter, my comforter,
I find peace and security,
Whenever I'm with it.
To some it's a killer,
Slowly, killing every bit of life,
Every bit of energy,
One possesses.
Silence is here,
It lurks behind you,
Now it's up to you,
On how you see it.
2007-10-04
00:37:28
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