Deafening Silence

Drifting into nothingness

Where the skies glow red in thick darkness.

I tread through the land of fallen souls

An abode to ghosts with no place to call their own.

They neither speak

Nor make shrieks.

They built fortresses out of graves

But Sadly,

Solace was all they craved.

“Who would avenge their deaths?”

For their blood cries from the lowliest depths

Where no one hears 

And no ear cares.

A slave to silence they have become

Yielding to the lashes of the land they now belong.

No matter how loud they cry,

It would never be heard

Even though it travels as far as the sky.

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