Gloom surround us

With whorls of silence

Waiting to envelope us

In this depressive fall

The silence that bonded us

Is still not broken

Not broken yet

The sounds of this haunting silence

Buzzes our ears

Waking us from our dread

And this unexpected slumber

These rings of silence

Long forgotten

In our lost words

Still yearning to enrapture

Our souls

The misty air of this silence

Tries to hinder my peace

And somewhere

Your happiness too

This deafening silence

This killing silence

Continues to bother me

And your heart too

This solemn silence

Has not died

Not died yet

Oh when will it die?