Cupid silence to a death....

Our end of this 
our life to begin again
As the loudness continues between hallways no barrier to the soundd
the song
The rhythm of boots and voices everyone so seeking confusing stepping as boots and shoes

And the sounds disappears into itself of silence 

And the old man touches peace again as once felt only him to emigine but not for long
Rest inhale exhale to all none beings.

Be silent...Cupid did not let go of his Bow today.
And the next shouts.out ...rubbish.