I didn't know that peace was false
in the eyes of a silent man;
that I was deaf enough
to hear screams that sought for me.
He never spoke, and never did tell,
so, I simply mirrored the silence where I fell.
Through that, the clouds got darker,
since then, the nights got even longer.

How pretentious silence can be.
How it easily fooled the people around me.
How truth was washed, and revealed
that no one can read
all the ink that I bleed