It is upon the descent of silence,
that the demons are exhumed
from the abysmal darkness of our thoughts.

It is during these times,
that I find my pathetic self more
deprived of hope - of solace.

It is a wonder that all still living
continues to breathe despite such evil
embedded within them.

It is by no surprise, then,
that the world hinges on destruction,
as its creatures chose their own demise.

Through the time of peace won,
the horrors of the past lie masked beneath
the surface of time - I surmise.

As humanity continues to charge
headstrong into the expansion of its machines,
tainting all that ever existed;

Including that which houses our existence
on the vast vicissitude of space,
what wrought have we, in the end.

It is upon the descent of silence,
in the brief moment of respite,
that I am drowned with gleans of what we might truly be.

And it scares me.
For that is what I, as well,
really am.