It's deafening.
When no words are spoken
And no sound remains.
No happiness lingers,
Not even fear too.
No cries,
Or fleeting laughter
Flow between the walls
Of this abandoned soul.
There is nothing left.
Only silence.
And it is deafening.
silence
It's deafening.
When no words are spoken
And no sound remains.
No happiness lingers,
Not even fear too.
No cries,
Or fleeting laughter
Flow between the walls
Of this abandoned soul.
There is nothing left.
Only silence.
And it is deafening.