I hear the silence of the living. It hisses. Listen. We all know this truth. There is no such thing as true silence. This is no revelation nor profound statement on hearing nothing. There is always something. A bird will quake the forest silence. Rivers will gurgle and spit at mountains whispering winds. To add to the comedy rocks will crash their heads and split pieces of giggling shards.
There is no silence.
Silence displayed in death? Screams of the damn shall eternally covet.