The Roaring Silence.

It was a silent, silent night,
When I had walked into the place,
It was completely empty with fright,
So there was plenty of space.

I sat down and started to write,
There was no one at the counter,
I came in looking for a fight,
So the silence grew louder.

But it was me, only me to be seen,
I had always been alone,
Nowhere lost, but somewhere in between,
Feeling the sins I had to atone.

I did nothing wrong,
Nor offended anyone,
I just wanted someone to listen to my song,
Because I had not seen the sun.

When I returned home,
I brought out a knife,
My face engraved in stone,
I took my life.