Quiet.
It's a funny thing.
The thing we want most,
And what we never want to have a lot of.
Quiet.
It clears the mind,
Cleans the heart,
Refreshes the soul,
Strengthens the body.
Quiet.
Such a destructive voice!
It's emptiness consumes and is always hungry,
Devouring forever and never satisfied.
Stealing thoughts,
Gnashing dreams,
Tearing hopes up and eating them one by one.
Quiet.
It does good...
But too much is a dangerous weapon.
It surrounds its victims in a blanket of darkness,
Eating away at their lonely hearts.

Quiet.
Be careful.
It can ****.