Silence, PT's I-IV.

[the_conqerer]

Silence is a golden thread.
The thread is a point in time.
It is when God ties himself to you.
Finger to finger, thread to thread.
Mine is a knot tied loose, yet secure.

Silence is when the roses scream.
Begging to be caressed.
Begging to be set free.
Begging for death.
It is the only cure for their disease.

Silence is a gentle kiss.
By angels to let you know they are there.
Not to show you the way, but to help you pave it.
This kiss that glows and fills with warmth.
It pushes me forward.

Silence is when i die.
Drying my own tears.
Shattering all my cries.
The end of all my fears.
Silence is divine.