Thursday, July 16, 2009

Silence is my friend

deafening silence
it used to irritate me
not anymore
because now it soothes me

strange, unusual
that i now appreciate silence
it used to give me creeps
horror-movie proportions, that happens

deep in the night
i look for silence so hard that I strain
I am scared I know I am
because once broken, could mean pain

shadows in the night
they move sneakily
real or imagined
Fright, it consumes me

i am unhappy
i am paranoid
sick and tired
joy in this life, devoid

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