The Sound of Silence
I was drawing on Deviantart today and I made a picture of the Black Widow holding Captain's shield after he dies in battle, and she is crying etc. So I wanted to make a fic about it and I am, anyone who doesn't know me on DA my name is IHANR and its code, anyone that correctly guesses it I will personally create a painting for them of whatever you want, as long as it's appropriate. Have fun and good luck!
The sound of silence is deafening. It chills you to the core, it devours any hope you have, and it leaves you alone, cold, and weak.
The sound of silence took him; it took his smile, laughter and joy. And even as I stand here, listening to the sirens and screams, it isn't loud enough to take his silence.
The sound of silence echoes in my mind, it absorbs the sound, ringing, and blaring silence. It penetrates the very core of my being, like vibrainium it takes vibrations from the silence, into state.
The dull noise hits me and knocks me to the ground, it kills you but it strengthens you. And once you find that strength nothing can take it from you.
The sound, can't block my screams as grief and pain overwhelm me, my hands can.
Water can't clean the memories from my head, tears can.
God can't take out revenge on the one that took him, I can. I am here, I am alive, I shouldn't be.
Green can take the red white and blue out of life, so can I. Green surrounds me, engulfs me from the life and greenery that have taken over. But the landscapers won't let it take control, the landscapers will fight to keep the green from coming again.
One of them is dead, five are still living. Four of them really, because I don't know if I can live alone, the one that died took my heart, and I don't have enough money for a transplant, heart transplants are risky anyway, because if one thing goes wrong, you are broken once again.
So when the sounds of trumpets blare at Arlington, the gunshots are heard and prayers said. The sound of silence overwhelms me, and I become it.
Ok so maybe I'm not speaking direct English here but the whole thing is a metaphor. Steve dies Natasha is devastated and at his funeral she kills herself, better. If you replace 'sound of silence' with the word death the whole thing makes a lot more sense. The cover is my picture, you have to zoom in to see it well.