have you heard the sound of silence
echoing through the ages
filling up that void of space
long enough to thus erase
epicurean pleasures and
empathy inside
stoic illusions
freely reside
resonance shatters what little is left
of the binds that hold a
mind so deft
at twisting and turning a reality of naught
fiscal endeavours at beckon of draught
all lay to waste in a land of frost
render escape lest all be lost