This silence is unbearbale to hear
Moments are remembered, only by me dear.
The screaming silence, irritates the ear
No sharp words to move our rusting gear.
Eve does all the talking
Adam does the scribbling
The serpent does all the mumbling
Soft hearts may soon be meddling.
All thoughts were just assumed
And emotions were made and were consumed.
Days are always counted
These moments always keeps me haunted
These settings God has planned was consented.
Black & White Scribbles 