Couldn't speak. Couldn't ask.
And so came silence.
It's death. It's death.
I swear it's death. This thing you hold.
Fighting. Screaming. Let me go.
I am precise and patient.
I'll shred your peace.
Take away your gentle days.
I'll rip the words
Right from your mouth
Make you beg
If I have to.
Silence nods with grim determination.
All power, abuse and deadly control.
Silence smiles and whispers deathly cold:
I'm going to break you.
In the end.
Will you go?
Will you be able to show your face?
Will you know me again?
I swear after this
You'll never know me again.
You'll never find me.
Among shadows and lost souls.
All white fog laying low over ice covered fields.
Trees stretching out their bare
Dull faces marked with empty life and empty gain.
This is the result
Of my destructive reign.
The mystery of it is this:
After I am through with you;
Have ripped and forced and torn your words from your soul
You will never know me again.
A sort of death, a sort of life...
Silence shrugs, apathetic, continues blandly:
...this thing that you now know.