Quiet

The silence it hurts
Like a knife in my chest.
Twist and drive it down
The words we say, in jest.

Obsessive worry
Like rising flood waters.
Paranoia rules,
With a crown of bothers.

The audience chimes
All the suspicious lines
Intense self-hatred,
An inferno that shines.

It crumbles to dust
All my heart, love, and hope.
The silence, it kills
Like a strong, woven rope.

Auspicious plotting
Will wake shadows tonight.
The beast of burden
Will remain out of spite.

Envelope of black
Pitch darkness swallows whole.
A moon on the rise
To find the one you stole.

Disjointed memories
What is yours, is now mine.
Fixated deep longing,
On par with the divine.

Hallow, oh, Hallow
Invoke thy dark meaning.
Whisper your keen spell
And go back to scheming.