The Reaper's Prey

It's those Quiet Nights through which I find
my eyes are held wide open.
And my mind's alive throughout the night,
through dark and soundless whispers.

For I can't sleep where Silence reaps-
she's a cool and ruthless murderess.
She glides through every person's dreams
And makes them scream with Nothing.

Author's Note

First in a series of shortish poems