When In The Silence Reigns

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When In the Silence Reigns

When in the silence reigns, the echoes of lost love
The mournful wails and cries that darken skies above
Mists and cloudy torrents, obscuring fear and pain
The weeping scars and hurting with tears which fall like rain
Waiting for the moment when sound the silence breaks
Prattle fills the vacuum, appearance it remakes
Happiness so forced a thing, the smile it hurts to hold
The stilted conversations, cruel deception is so bold
Betwixt grand delusions of cheerfulness and bliss
Flow the fragile tendrils of love you sorely miss
Scorn the constant chatter, discordance holds no gains
Prefer the honest emptiness that in the silence reigns