Diseased Silence

When the silence comes,
I can hear things,
Things I shouldn't hear,
And I can see things,
Things I shouldn't see.

It's too quiet here,
But these things whisper,
And they shouldn't,
They haunt me in this silence,
Crawling between the shadows.

How are there words,
If there is no sound?
How are there figures,
If there is no light?
Only silence answers me.

So I am left alone,
In this silence,
Left to my thoughts,
And to the people I see,
Never knowing what's real.