I awake to the sound of silence
The furtive twitching of stillness
The cacophony of quiet violence
And the fear that it instils in us

Its somber echo is terror
Its solemn sound unheard
Vibrating the essence of error
My bruised heart flutters like a bird

Flights of fancy are quickly clipped
For its wordless vows allow no escape
A saga of dreams soundlessly eclipsed
As its empty presence dictates fate