SILENCE
Not even silence. Nothing. It does not exist. Not even zero. No emptiness. There is no darkness. Behind the heavy cross vanquished from mysteries. Horror in books, blank pages, no sense, chaos is the still cosmos. Tears fall from eyes of stone without pupils. They are, hollows in the soul. Bodies without destiny, unmade beds and closed windows. Dirty mirrors. Full of hunger, full of thirst. Full of silence. Neither voice nor word exist in time. Rain and hail fall, lash cemeteries, where black hearts never feel. Violent corpses in trains lie in a broken station; the naked face, and the voice extinguished. Anonymous souls cross each other fighting without arms, pale, with wounds. No one feels anything as they fall into love.