Silence speaks, sometimes it bleeds, sometimes it heals and sometimes it screems the hardest

In silence the poetic feel the deepest, observe the tempest and narrate the e•vents of all things seen

Alot to be said but not a word is said, in silence we walk, we feel we relate, regrate and rewrite the wrongs

in silence we bleed we breakdown we fall apart yet in silence we heal we rebuid we win, in silence