Obsidian Silence

Stone thoughts in a frozen sea,

I drift where no one reaches me.

Eyes wide shut in a perfect shell,

I’ve made this silence into hell.

No words, no sound, no guiding light —

Just echo chambers lost in night.

The world moves on beyond my skin,

But I’m too deep to let it in.

And it hums… like obsidian…

Sharp and still — a requiem.

Obsidian silence, cut me clean,

Carve away what might have been.

I don’t scream and I don’t cry —

I just fade into the lie.

Obsidian silence, hold me tight,

I am nothing… but I’m right.

This is peace in shattered form —

Cold and black… far from the storm.

A cracked reflection in the dark,

My voice erodes without a spark.

I used to fight the weight inside,

But now I float, too numb to hide.

They call my name — I feel no stir,

The static whispers who I were.

I’ve buried light beneath this crust,

And found a silence I can trust.

Silence knows me…

Silence chose me…

Silence drowns me!

Silence owns me!

Obsidian silence, take my name,

Make me shadow, make me flame.

I won’t break — I’ve broken through,

And now I see what silence knew.

Obsidian silence, kiss me deep,

Lull me into dreamless sleep.

No more fire, no more fight —

Just cold truth…

and endless night.

No voice remains.

No self to blame.

Just silence,

Sharp and black as shame.