SILENCE

Silence, the most peaceful killer of the soul

Extremely stealthy in its destruction

It leaves no traces behind

Only shattered hearts and severed bonds

A subtle assassin with no weapons

Disguises itself with a false sense of control

Until the last hour of the night when it descends

But what makes it so lethal is its execution

It doesn’t throw or strike a blow

It simply lingers as the soul goes to war with itself

Pride is the inside man

Relationship is the victim

And assumption is the perfect alibi

In a court of broken hearts

Silence is never on trial but always guilty