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Time stands still. The world lies dead at my feet. Silence. Nothing can be heard except for the distant sound of seconds creeping by. Waiting. For something yet unknown. Yet I can feel it coming with the emptiness. Echoes. Sounding through the silence of my empty surroundings then dying. Death. The emptiness is frightening and the silence so strong that I feel like screaming just to make sure that I'm still alive. I scream. Not a sound can be heard. The clock ticks on... |
every minute every breath kills you a little more. Twisting the knife extending the agony destroying my life. What else can cause such pain? What else can bring such misery? What else can kill my spirit? What else can make me cry so hard? What else but Loneliness...? |
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