Silence is all that is,
maybe,
always was,
I try to think back,
before it all started,
before I,
before I first heard it’s voice,
my blood ran cold,
my ears bleed,
and I slowly began to die that day,
but it was all hidden,
all a mask,
you see,
it’s words were soft,
it’s words were sweet,
in the beginning,
but once I knew my fate,
it turned on me,
and showed me it’s real face,
one,
that will never been unseen.
Have you read the first six parts of The Roundhead? I know they’re a bit longer than most of the things on my blog, but I promise, they’re worth it.
You can find part 1 HERE, part 2 HERE, part 3 HERE, part 4 HERE, part 5 HERE, and part 6 HERE. But make sure you get in quick, as the final piece of the puzzle is only a day away and I’d hate for you to fall behind before the end.



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