The Silences We Hear

The whispers of death have shaken over us; empowering our own soul and defying reason.
It breathes over our neck as the chills crawl down our backs and spray out toward our fingertips.
Although death is as silent as the night, one is prowled by death like a fawn being hunted by its predator.
Death has a surprising upbringing in which most of the time is sudden, and confusing with no explanation and mild understanding.
The silence sweeps over, yet we can still hear the cry for life, the coming of death and the crossing of each.
Death is one of the only silences we hear.