A shapeless

silence,

carried

in the wind,

A silence

that 

made

his smiles 

go limp. 

He understood

It

A little

 too well,

The silence

 that

deafened

 the chanting 

In hell.

Slowly

invading

his

empty soul,

All of 

Which that 

made 

him 

whole.

It’s been

With him

For 

Way too long.

Almost

 like 

his 

happy song.



© 
chaosxd 2017


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