Violent Silence Poem by Lex Cullen

These thoughts are nosie.
Noise I prefer to enjoy.
Like static inside my head.
Though silence still comes around.
Where the silence is just violence.
Attacking when no sound is around.
When I try to replace this silence.
I ought to be free.
But now I sit in silence.

I wonder what would be great.
So i fill my lungs with smoke.
With each exhale-I lose my desire.
And this is better than the silence.
The violence is like a war.
Raging on the fill the void.
So I will stick to my thoughts.
To avoid this violent silence.