The silence is consuming me,
frozen in time;
screaming deafening tones,
trapped forever within this tomb.
The silence makes itself seen.
A breathing piece of mind.
A beating heart of stone,
From a sadistic mother's womb
It needs to end.
This silence within me.
Always stubborn,  always questioning.
Shaking these walls.
Something to mend.
To soak while i bleed.
A single sound, just what i need.
Not too loud, just bordering,
Between barely there and deafening.
Something so easy and terribly small.
How can it be impossible at all?
It is time to heal,
to become whole again.
To stand tall alone and to feel
And break this silence,
break free, be free,
And just as before..
to raise voice once more.