The dead of silence

The silence of death engulfs this wicked heart as it stops beating,
the rhythm no longer ensues as no sound nor fury is evermore let,

The sound of the dead creeps and eerily empowers the senses,
the paradox of silence and insanity engenders soundless screams of mute chaos and animosity,

Like nightfall the quietness envelops,
No whispers can be heard,

The forbidden words are forgotten,
they forever lie as unspoken truths,

Like seeds they lie dormant in the dead soil,
Though they wait, they may never rejoice in merriment,

The grave brings silence and solitude,

The heart is stoic,

Here lies one who died of silence.