• Silence.
    It's there. Waiting.
    And then the silence presses in around you're ears,
    And you just wanna say SOMETHING,
    Do SOMETHING to break it,
    To release that trapped feeling it brings,
    To escape the stillness,
    To escape the fear.
    The kind of silence midnight holds over a sleeping house,
    when you pray to hear a bird, or even a wolf
    - anything is better than nothing,
    Because nothing opens up the door for your fears to crawl in,
    Because silence is the sound of beginnings of endings,
    And the endings of beginnings.