Silence can be a most wonderful thing
A time to think a time to dream
But it can also be most terrifying
It is only then do you hear everything
All the noises, all the chatter
Never do your thought really gather
To me the dark and silence are hand in hand
Feeding my fears as much as they can
Revieling my horrors past and present
It presumes i don't mind being used as the target for its weapon
Night aftre night i sit and think
How can I fix this, why wont it go away
So alone i sit, Alone in my room
Surrounded by darkness
engulfed by its doom
