Title: Do you know?
It fills the air around,
Though it is empty.
Doesn't make a sound,
Engraved in the memory.
It is constantly wanted,
And by some, not.
It is the nightmare of the haunted,
All they ever got.
A curse and a blessing,
A package of peace and suffocation.
Sanity gradually regressing,
Falling over the population.
When it breaks,
A moment shatters.
Pains and aches,
In the chaos and clatter.
Falling over in the dead of night,
When the shaking air stills.
The eerie feeling of fright,
The volume it fills.