Reunion with Silence

Again,
I welcome you
my Silence,
for again you have come.

The existance is choked,
your strong hand
closing upon the windpipe
of an enchanted peace.

My sweet Silence,
I wonder as to why,
you stroke a fragile mentality,
so gently,
with your ethral claws,
digging in
and burying yourself,
but no silence rules here.

Not that you ever intended it to.

Ice,
your beloved counterpart,
infuses in a brused heart,
solidifying
and cracking
until crystaline shards scatter.

No tears are found here.

Raging demons,
your children of a cruel lust,
dance within the burning flames
of the mind,
twisting
and corrupting
all that could be precious.

Nothing of hope lives on these nights.

What can become
of whats left of the wolf,
but ferocity,
turned inward to destroy
the very breath?

What would remain
of the witch,
left in the dark of self-destruction,
mutilated
and fallen
within the empty air?