Silence

Silence is the weight of the world
On my shoulders it sits
It's deafening to all it's listeners
And home is where it hits.

The silence feels alive to me
Just like a giant snake
Waiting to constrict it's victim
In cold, unfeeling hate.

"Silence be damned!" I yell aloud.
Seems no one hears a thing.
It's gripped them by their hearts and now
It's doing the same to me.

Coated in ice and fire so thick
I suffocate into
A blackness that becomes so deep
That nothing can get through.

Devoured by what you instill.
Consumed by your device.
I hope you find you're happy now,
You found my mortal vice.

As I'm dragged straight down to Hell,
I saw just one last thing:
Your face was grinning down at me.
And then, at last, you waved.

Now I can say, with certitude,
That silence is as death:
It is unforgiving, tedious,
And more natural than breath.

Silence is a killer
And this I found too late.
You should be proud of what you've done.
My soul is yours to take.