SilenceThere it is,hanging over me againlike a hippie vulturepretending to be unconcerned with my impending demise.QuietQuietI didn't knowthat it could accumulatein such a mind-numbing fashionthat when you have nobodyyou can get more of this nothing.No soundNo soundIt is likethe world could be doing flip-overs outside my mindand I wouldn't noticeto busy listening for my name.DarknessDarknessThere is atotal lack of sensory input.All I can feel is myselftrying to get out.All I know is me.
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