I open my eyes, But I do not see. My vision, long gone. Robbed so long ago. I smell the bread of the bakery, fresh and decadent. I feel the velveteen coat of felines. I taste the sweetness of Swiss chocolate. I hear the music in the streets, played by the band. Perhaps I cannot see, But I still feel.

Silence, Marks the beginning As well as the end Of life. Silence, A sign of pain, Or a sign of calm. Tormenting, lamenting, regretting, Tranquility, stillness, peace, Silence, is truly A double edged sword.

Your words, like daggers. Like acid on my skin. Burning, Rotting, Consuming Fading me away. Feeding demise. Tearing eyes. Your words sharp Slowly disintegrating me.

Like a double edged sword A symbol of relaxation, completion, Or of terror, and fear. A pit, starting to rob the earth from beneath your feet, Or a cloud, that carries you away. Moments before death, Or at the beginning of life.