silence.

A poem I did in several minutes. enjoy.

 

the silence draws me in

to her captivating lust.

pulling me in silently, until I'm headfirst

drowning in her grasp.

I must pull away

before she eats me whole.

the subtle, quiet traits of life,

she rests. the undead traveller.

 

she tempts me with a lustful laugh

promises that this is fun.

and I try to pull away, but like a bug

caught in a spider's web.

she rests in the quiet, subtle things, the

lip of a flower she calls her home.

the dead disease she spreads anew,

silence. my worst enemy.

Author's Note

This poem is about how dangerous the subtle, quiet, lightly-put things in our life can be. Room for further inteperations encouraged.