Steady Your Hand, Ed
Silence is horror,
It plagues the ill mind
And mocks with each fetid, foul breath.
Silence is sentence
For any soul, broken
And as such..
Silence is death.
When just a lone echo,
Some reverberation,
Some wistful request of my time.
Is all that I see,
To satiate...
It plagues the ill mind
And mocks with each fetid, foul breath.
Silence is sentence
For any soul, broken
And as such..
Silence is death.
When just a lone echo,
Some reverberation,
Some wistful request of my time.
Is all that I see,
To satiate...