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A silence surrounds me and whispers my name
It is trying to make me play its sick and twisted game
I run further and further with no sign of refuge
The silence comes thicker, like a bomb with a lit fuse
I stumble, I fall, going deeper and deeper
Falling down a hill that seems to only get steeper
The silence grabs me when I reach the floor
I scream to it with all my breath, "I can't do this anymore!"
I am thrown around, to floor and to sky
I land again wishing I could die
Then my eyes flutter open and I realise the mistake
I was dreaming a nightmare, from my troubles they were baked
I fall back on my bed, thinking, "How lucky was I?"

When all goes black...


The silence comes from the sky.