I wish I could hold the sun still so that it may never go down.
The darkness of the night gives way to voices of the ghosts and skeletons leaves the closet to walk in freedom as they dance to songs of the past.
Memories unlocks,
Tombs becomes alive and grow deep voices.

I fear being alone under the silent night because it ant holy anymore.
The golden silence rapes me, as it forces painful thoughts to penetrate through my heart and pierce my soul.

Silence shouts at me as I surrender in fear, it suppresses me down as it holds a gun on me with a smile of pleasure to see my pain.

The harder it penetrates deep in me, it drains me, leaves me with twisted thoughts and a broken heart.
It steals my joy and fades my purpose and value away.

Silence has gone so cruel and cold, un –comforting and harsh.
It whispers negative things in my ears and leaves me feeling like a rag.
With tears flowing down my cheeks, and the bitter sweet taste of my tears so strong it reflects the pain within me.

Twinkling lil star may you please make a sound, can the moon at least sing lullaby at night... I pray the birds sing as I sleep, and maybe just maybe I’ll sleep on a dry pillow, as my heart chants to d sounds of harmony.

Some1 please tell me its all gonna be well... I’m silently silence abused