by Ghost Helwig
Silence is
Most beautiful
When it�s not
Your own
And the last thing
You want
Is to be
Left alone
But darkness lives
Between the beats
That violate
The soul
And offers up
Your callousness
To penetrate
The cold
And violence lives
Inside your heart
When you
Get left behind
I�ve got to see
Inside of you
To see your
Aching mind
The reason is
That loneliness
And bitterness
Do divide
So touch my hand
Give it a hold
And you will be
Fine
For silence may be
Gold
But it isn�t
When it�s cold
Odes To Whatever
Haunted House
I wrote the first four lines of this poem years ago, & I always expected it to stand alone. But the the second 'verse' (I was always a songwriter first & foremost, so those're the words my brain supplies) hit me the other night, & I'm finally getting around to posting the finished version.
And to any who've read my EEnE fanfic "Swallow The Moon", the last line of this poem was actually inspired by the upcoming chapter (number 14, I believe), whose original title was "When It's Cold". I've since shortened it to "Cold".