It forces you to reflect
about things you wish to forget.
It swallows you whole,
and you drown in its soul.
Silence is full of regret.

You beg for repentance,
but the silence refuses to listen.
Its sound overrules your voice,
and you have no choice.
Because silence shatters your ignorance.

You’re stuck in this room.
The silence is coming after you.
What are you supposed to do?
Pray that it’s knife cuts through
quick…

Quick and painless,
that’s the only way to endure all this madness.
You can’t win a battle with silence;
its presence is far too violent.