The endless speach of silence

Our voices don't exist

There's no such thing as music

Sound waves vanish in a blink

Silence opresses my ears

There's no point in raising my hand

There's no point in living,

Because we don't live,

We die, slowly, silently, every moment.

And finally, one day

Nothing will be dying,

And we'll be rocks or sand

And the endless speach of silence will endure .