Silence

Silence screams.
Silence laughs.
Silence listens.
Your constant voice is blistering.
Silence lies.
Silence deceives.
Silence hides.
The only time you hold your tongue is when it benefits your side.
Silence,
It's the only true language I speak.
It echoes through my mind.
It bleeds,
It leaks.
It stitches together my very existence,
I'll discover on my own.
That, and I'll listen.
Tired of all the meaningless conversations.
Acting like small talk’s going out of season.
The squeaky wheel gets the oil.
Well, maybe I'm fine rollin' in the soil.
Sometimes silence says more than words,
And to that I say: