Silence holds no sound,
sleeping in quiet,
Crimson is found,
blood seeps through,
filling my ear canals.
My thoughts are bleeding,
I'm asleep can you hear?
the silent beat of heart not there?
The chatter among silence,
bothersome,
yet fullfilling.
A life so quiet,
my cup remains brimming,
Nectar of the quiet kind,
evades a cacophony of silent sound,
my words are babble,
no true meaning,
yet perhaps this reason,
is because this vessal knows bounds.
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