Silence has fallen,
and my burnt-out inner self
has been plunged [bad word] darkness.
and not so long ago,
the spark of my stray humanity
used to glow with
thousands of irrational colours.
Now... is already here.
it's impossible to move away
from its [bad word] presence.
This permanent contact
causes fear and disgust.
so much you can see
walking along the cemetery alley;
the silence is not just silence...
It is destiny!