deathly silence

deathly silence

A Poem by incarnated deception

deathly silence falls once again , like a shroud of toxic gas infesting the respiratory systems of millions

bringing down the comunitys of every city one by one

in this one simple minuite

the silence becomes renowned for the tears of the people

somewhere in the sky the bodys of the lost sit and watch

as we stand momorial bound bleary eyed from weeping

in our final deathly silence

we wait to hear something

waiting for the breaking of the silence

the ringing sound of the churchbells strike 12

and our time with our loved lost is done

and so we say our goodbyes

and return to the safety of our homes

until the next tim we speak in silent languages to the heavens above

© 2009 incarnated deception


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This sounds like its about the end of the world...I could be wrong.The words the really rang true to me were
"somewhere in the sky the bodys of the lost sit and watch"
The imagery of that line alone is amazing to me ,even though this piece is sad it does have some hope at the end when you say "until the next tim we speak in silent langauges to the heavens above" I really like that alot.I think this was a wonderful piece.

Posted 15 Years Ago


love the emotion in this piece.... the imagery in this is very breath taking.... overall a very solid piece.... fav lines...deathly silence falls once again , like a shroud of toxic gas infesting the respiratory systems of millions

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow this is really good but sad.... very emotional and good imagery...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 6, 2009

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incarnated deception
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milton keynes aka democricys hipocricy, United Kingdom



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desturbed dreams of picnic seens long since forgotten haunt my nights whilst the wind whips willingly at my window creeping ever closer to awaking to the black nothingness that is the pit of my soul ... more..

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