Summary: I’m in a dark mood right now which explains some of this stuff. I just hate trying to work out what people are thinking and putting reasons behind actions. To be greeted by silence when you least want it.

The thick treacle
seeps down upon me.
Dampening my spirit,
so hard to wade through.

This silence isn’t golden,
I want it broken.

Invisible faceless voices
are talking to me.
I have to listen,
they talk rubbish.

This silence is heavy,
it’s hard to carry.

I see shapes,
arguing with the emptiness.
Deep flashes of silver light
cannot brighten this place.

This silence isn’t bliss,
don’t know what I miss.


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