Hello, darkness, my oldest friend,
I've come to you to make amends,
No more shall blaring sirens come a-scheming,
No more shall lighting burn my eyes beaming,
This quiet and dimness evermore implanted, within my brain,
For IT shall remain,
Evermore shall I can now hear without fear... silence.

In pleasure I walked by myself alone,
Most people, they now kept themselves at home,
The streetlamps were dead and gone elsewhere,
No more could car-lights my eyes burn and glare,
And the sun only showed twelve hours of a day's entire night,
My eyes to blight,
And touch, that too - it made... For silence.

In the naked night I saw,
Solitary persons and animals, all alone,
Speech was quiet enough for me to understand,
The moon was bright enough to fill our minds with glad,
And left behind were the evils and the hatred of the day,
Where they shall remain.
And no, they shall not disturb the time... of silence.

Daylight madness yet remained,
The evil then built itself and stayed,
It crushed all that dared travel then,
It grew destruction every which and when,
And the supposed hell became itself real then and there,
Its fangs to bare.
But it could not penetrate the darkened walls... of Silence.

Those beings bright then slashed and yelled,
For all they had offered up was hell,
Crushing daylight then roared and bit,
Every word then said was a *blood-dripping hit*,
Burning signs then always moving, ever filled with sh*t,
Their screaming ever-madness always true and plain,
They caused us pain.
For whispers ARE the speech of the realm... Where there is silence.