Tick tock tick tock.
The thumping pulse in your chest,
Bump bump, bump bump.
The silent ringing that fills your ears,
And the noises that fill you with fear.
Silence.
What's that, you may ask yourself.
Wonder, wonder, panic, panic.
Thoughts rush to fill your head.
Stress levels rise.
The epitome of fear, is silence.
Alone with your thoughts.
Alone with your inner demons.
What evil will befall you in this cold and lonesome place.
There's no one around to hear you here.
There's no one around to see you here.
Every sound, is an alarm.
Every sound is a sign.
Every sound is a demon.
Every sound is fear itself, reaching up and clenching your subconscious.
Why does silence hurt so badly.
Why do the sounds pierce this veil and cut like a thousand blades through your chest.
Silence at night is like a watchful companion.
They strike together, to kill you.
The silence claws at your psyche, breaking you down to your raw nerves.
The darkness aids in this monsters escape, jumping into reality.
You created this beast, now get rid of it.
Pierce the veil yourself.
Scream.
Scream.
SCREAM!!!
There, now isn't that a lot better.
No, no, it isn't.
Silence is like a cancer that will never be cured.
That scream did nothing.
You're pathetic.
The silence will come once more to reap what is so rightly his.
To once again slip a veil over the tattered reality you call your subconscious.
Feel your heart beat rising.
Feel your temperature boiling to a killing point.
Feed your demons with this power.
Because everything you've ever done wrong is so free here.
In this void of nothing.
We're all a little dead inside....
Aren't we?
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