Silenced

Not twinkle in the dark sky.
Never a light in the dark.
I can't even see my hands.
No one can hear me.
No one around to listen to me.
There is nobody awake to listen
or hear me. My tongue is lost
in the pitch of night.

In society, I am not beating.
I am screaming in the ebony
of the nocturnal world. I'm
horrified by the soote of the
darkness. I swing my arms
at the darkness, but to no
profit. I want to engorge the
wickedness unbroken.

I try to lacerate this silence
with my onyx knife. I did not
succeed. A bleeding cord
appears from the inside of
the darkness. I begin to believe
that this silence is just too
loud for anyone, including
me can respect.

A silence, ghastly to the point of wickedness!