In Quietus.

I am Quietus.
I am your beauty;
And your chaos.

You will face me when your days bleed to black,
You will plead to me when your light crumbles to ash.

Hearken, child, to the screech of the silence,
Praise, child, the mercy of your madness.

Time will crush you.
Age will shred you.

And tragedy will cast you to ruin.

I will be your perdition. Your solace. Your fever.

Death I am not.
Life I am not.
I exist as a shadow; nothing more.

Your grieving heart will lead you to me.

Never fear; my grip is secure.
Trembling; yet firm.

Weep for me, my dear. Weep now.
The miserable sun has already set for you.

I am Quietus.
I dwell, I sleep and I slither.

In solitude.

In silencium.