A Snippet of Solace

iv. catch-22

the silence was euphoniously quiet,
when you were no longer around.
but your silhouette still follows me,
and your screams are getting loud.

the silence was euphoniously quiet,
but not when you started to mutter.
your voices became mellow and soft,
but its roots are making me stutter.

you speak with depths of serenity;
your voices are inclined with tranquility.
but why does it sound like a storm?
like i'm about to have something to mourn.

the creaks are egressing my skin,
just as much as you rot in my brain.
the hushed is about to turn as a grief,
like a room that is conquered by keen.

you always appear in my dreams,
like how you always wanted me to stay.
with streaks and taints of obscurity,
like a predator that wreaks havoc to its prey.

your absence still sounds like a whisper,
like an offspring that's hummed with a lullaby.
but your shadows are still as formidable,
no matter how hard i try.

you have always been deaf in my panting,
you have always been blind by your pain.
i know that you have heard my sorrows,
but all you wanted to hear was your gain.

the silence was my only home,
and that home was what you just stole.
your presence is the death of me
'cause you're a poison to my soul.