silence on-bitterness becomes things dust

what would you like to talk?
but nothing from your mouth.
there is no music playing
anymore
the silece came on.
A strap presses on my neck
while something stopped in my soul.
was it a flame or a clock?
something stopped
The air turned bitter
and damn, damn
pieces of me into dust.
It is reflected on a mirror
making the clearness of my
illusion to shine from the fog.
Maybe it is time to move on.
On these days you acted aloof.
i felt like an iceberg
static and cold
denied of warm and alone.
is the time for me to move on?
this pain charms me
and does fulminates all.
So TOXIC .
my path of loving :
destructive but hilarious.
thats so unpracticed .
Did you move on ?
and the silence came on.