Silence

Down, down, down you go.
Go to the depths of the dark well.
Well of grim thoughts.
Thoughts that grow on trees.
Tress whose branches run haywire.
Haywire words falling to the ground.
Ground of dead leaves.
Leaves that fly to the tune of the wind.
Wind bound in an invisible force.
Force that drives you to madness.
Madness that takes you to far off lands.
Lands that end in the brutally peaceful sea.
Sea of unfathomable silence.
Silence.