Silence is dark,
Silence is deep
It is something
I preach.

The way it creeps
towards the back
of my consciousness,
Where nothing is to be seen.

The way it creeps
in my soul,
Making it dark
just like itself.

Enveloping it all inside
I move on
From this Ghastly Environment
And rest aside.

For the one who fakes
would be dead by then.
Leaving me alone,
With my own Euthanasia