Awaking Shadows

In the shadows we weep.
Through the darkness we creep.
They say the voices will wake us.
But people always speak,
So we are always awake.

We search for places left silent,
Sleeping until they wake us.
We grow off sleep,
Staying weak until it's achieved.

We cannot be seen,
We cannot be felt,
We are not heard,
We are not known.

In silence we will thrive.
We will take over,
And the people,
Will take our spots.
Searching for noise.