Silence

Run. It's coming. I feel it.

Singular, unkown,

with masked face and strong, stilling stares

that freeze you in your step,

take hold your mortal body,

tear blood and body away, away

to grip the pounding heart and whirring mind.

No. No!

Run, think, speak!

Bless you, speak to me

kind friend, noble singer,

magic box of unending noise, stay with me.

Stay with me.

With deathly decibels and drowning, dazzling depictions,

Take my mind. Here, my heart.

Roar your crescendos, blast your bass,

drone on and on your wild

woeful

tune.

Just keep me from it,

keep me from it,

keep me...

Heart beat                       slow

Gears run                        down

I am                                   here

alone.

Not alone.

Whispers, quiet.

They are                       mine.

Long lost, now found

they speak                  comfort

they speak                  hate

they speak joy, and sorrow

they speak, and speak, and speak to me,

hungry to be heard

starving for an answer, pet, admonishment.

I hear my voice over, and over, and over:

listen to me, listen to me

listen to me, listen to me

listen                             

                                          to me.

and I do. And I answer.

And slowly,

slowly,

the voices settle to a hum. A purr.

Her, purr.

And the beast returns my blood, and bone, and flesh,

oh ears!

and rubs herself against my legs, as if to say,

I'll be back.

I smile. And as the world, again, speaks to me,

I wait.