Throat Of Silence

The air folds strange tonight
Every sound feels borrowed
The walls don't echo anymore
They listen

You speak like rain falling on glass
It never touches what it's meant to clean
I almost believe you
Almost

There's a shape between words we don't say
A hunger that smells like metal
You keep calling it peace
I keep bleeding it slow

I used to think the silence was kind
Now it just knows too much

I dreamt I swallowed my own echo
It sounded like truth at first
Then it started asking questions

We trade our breath for permission
Our names for the weight of being right
You smile with your eyes closed
I smile because I can't see

The silence hums my name
And it never sounds wrong