Silence : likened to an ocean
In the deep abyss of sea
For in the coal of darkness
it whispers eternally
Through lips that never smile
Blue from the cold below
In the kingdom of invisibility
Dwell the thoughts that I do know
Like a novel so well written
With pages soaked in sweat
The print is fast fading
The unbinding stays all bet
Scattered by the currents
Distributed out by line
The pages scream in silence
as if ripping out a spine
Demise is predicated
So is the likelihood they stand
The last words will be spoken
But not from the lips of man