The Silence Piercers

(Written July 22, 2009)

So, this is something I wrote, based upon probably the most disturbing dream I've ever had. I'm considering eventually adapting this into a screenplay, and making it a feature-length film at some point. This is quite a bit darker than most of the things I usually like to write, but...well, it kind of had to be. Enjoy!


The Silence Piercers

...Walking amidst the greens and birds
No wind or songs to be heard
The Silence is a presence, unwelcome indeed
From this pressure I wish to be freed

Faces without features
Friends, family, teachers
Unfriendly, nondescript plates of skin
Where faces should be, their souls trapped within

I know them, I know them, if only
I could look into their eyes and see
Some semblance of light, of love, just a hint
But nothing; no sign of divine origin

This Silence I don't like, rocks my soul at its core
A threat from somewhere, somehow I am to be no more
Walking still, I have no goal
All there is to feel is cold

Closer and closer, but to what?
The path draws narrow, a knot in my gut
My eyes fix on a box, marble, black
Trimmed with dreadful gold, I turn my back

A force within me turns my head
To see my body, lying, dead
The awful Silence is no more
As fear rises, featureless faces scream in horror

Openings, not quite mouths
Rip open, to pierce the Silence, Screams and shouts
As if Screams could be woven
These beings were entrusted with an omen

Staring at my corpse, how could this be?
The Screams overwhelm, I drop to my knees
Blood from my ears, my hands catch the drops
Clenching my hands, against my chest my heart knocks

Clearly dead, yet very much alive
Escaping this nightmare becomes my drive
Screams all around me, they have me trapped
My mortal eyes emerge at last

Thick confusion veils my mind
As time crawls by, deep fears unwind
A familiar sensation, a comforting smell
Back in my bedroom, returned from Hell.