Abandoned in Silence

The world is quiet, hidden discreetly under a white screen.
Never has it been so quiet.
The screaming and whining of mouths are silenced, lost in sleep.
They are mutated, blurred and unknown.
Mouths that are similar but hold false truths. Now
they are quiet, with the rest of us.
The hands of time, are not quite however,
they continue to protest that there are moments in which silence is expected,
required -
"night!" they declare, is when all is at peace,
when reality is put on hold, hung to dry
thus, mouths are silent but minds...
minds they continue on executing the acts of theatre,
continue to conger up false realities - dreams i think they're called.
Sometimes we awake slowly, and remember, if only for a moment,
these characters who play a part...
sometimes it is our faces we see, and faces of others we thought we had forgotten
but it is never us. It is always a disarray of ourselves...
us as evil, us as confident - us without our insecurities or us battling our fears.
But now the city is silent.
And although our mouths speak irrelevance when we are awake,
and our minds search for something more lively than the bodies they inhabit -
we awaken to the hands of time,
reminding us we live in a world that ceases to be quite - no matter our will,
no matter the time,
no matter.