Silence
There it is,
hanging over me again
like a hippie vulture
pretending to be unconcerned
with my impending demise.
Quiet
Quiet
I didn't know
that it could accumulate
in such a mind-numbing fashion
that when you have nobody
you can get more of this nothing.
No sound
No sound
It is like
the world could be doing
flip-overs outside my mind
and I wouldn't notice
to busy listening for my name.
Darkness
Darkness
There is a
total lack of sensory input.
All I can feel is myself
trying to get out.
All I know is me.
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