Silence

Silence of night....
end of the day where thoughts play... taking form of the living and whispering in the midst of the blackness unseen. heard louder than the tone of brass

thoughts inanimate alive

the real feelings that were pushed aside now deems the appropriate time to rise...

...into the music of the night it sings the thoughts unrecognized because of the disguise. the lies, mask, face... all trashed stripped away of the masquerade, into reality is where they step finally able to breathe

the fear of the mornings choke

to shameful to be heard or seen, the light strips away all reality back to the masquerade it plays the silence of thoughts dead to the day