The Cost of Silence

The air is thick with endless noise, words are weapons without choice.

The weight of voices suffocates, I seek a place where silence waits.

Tired of the storm that never ends, of arguments that tear and rend.

A thousand questions sharp like blades, cut deeper with each word replayed. I long to

drift from all this sound, to find the peace that's underground. No more words,

no more fights, no more echoes in the night. I need a place where thoughts

can die, to close my eyes and leave behind the lie.

How much does silence cost? To break away from all I've lost.