A sound. In the silence. When it returns, It will be loud. But silence can't be loud, one might say, Silence holds power. It holds the keys to one's soul. Summoning fear or gloom, deep from within their core. No one knows why, but sound can make it worse. The rustling of leaves, The wind racing through your lungs, You own heartbeat, The creaking in your joints. It all makes it worse. It all makes you feel. It all makes the keys, In which the silence uses. Silence. Each step forward is another back, be carful, and think of what that means. The silence is dangerous. Don't make it worse. Love and favorite for more spoopy poetry.
this just feels really sad tbh why did i make it / :| Everything by me, and sorry to anyone who gets scared by the project and it's poetry, I do that with writings sometimes (also a scary way to showcase my Challoan Depths song). Nothing else is really in the project besides a list of silence and a very sad boi in the costumes, along with some sound effects I made (the heartbeat was literally my jaw).
