Hush, little Angel, hush.

A silence, all there is - a silence.

Nothing is golden about it, nor silver.

It has no shape, nor words.

Just... silence.

Everlasting.

Hush.

In the middle of this mum space,

a little angel is sitting on the stool.

Those roots have passed the hole in this soul.

And the small lips in everlasting scream.

Everlasting.

Scream.

Do you know to where this road takes you?.

Angel, little Angel, do you know, do you know?.

No one knows.

And no one has the imagination for this hell.

How long there is more to take it?.

To bear...

...we would love to leave this place.

Away from this suffer.

Too pure is this soul.

Angel, little Angel, did you know, did you know?.

You cry your tears, bitter as acid, 

when your words have taken someone's pride.

And they have no idea...

...how much you really suffer....

Picture from here: Silence