There's a sound to silence,
a nagging noise.
Annoying as the dripping of a faucet,
reminding you that you're alone.
All alone.
Silence is something you can't escape.
Once it has found you, you realize,
realize you have no one left,
realize you can't go back,
realize you made a mistake.
Silence is when the end is near.
When no one cares any longer,
not even yourself.
Grieving your losses.
Forgiving those who have forsaken you.
There's a sound to silence
but do you know what it is?
The echo of your life
dripping into the cup of death.
Forevermore.
