Your Silence

Your silence cut deep into the flesh of my words,

Forcing the red ink to spill out onto white.

I was blind to your voice that ceased to be,

In darkness, their absence was desperate light.

Your inexistant gaze was a gun at my head,

Taunting in mocking silnce, it never did shoot.

Days I would cry for the bullet to come already,

Because the truthful pain was long overdue.