Funny Bones

Here's a riddle..
 
Q. Sleeping beauty slept forever. Who kissed her?
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A. Death

Silence

 A thought leaves that has no place to go.

You can’t speak for your mind hears enough.

Tormenting apprehension claims you.

The overwhelming regret that plays through you seems a bluff,

But the grayness seems to cover the world.

Craving exists but despair makes it weary.

As the discourage down grades you to nothing,

The aloneness prevails and the deep eye closes.

Consumed by the silence.