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?