The deafening blow of silence shattering the mind and the freezing humidity numbing The senses...
Darkness forming into unknown shapes and shadows, beckoning, bestowing and screaming in a voice which can never be heard
The length of the sojourn is shown on the body; a thousand thorns of memories for every step covered like mementos of a battle
Nothing can be seen except the frightening image of imagination, Nothing can be heard other than the shattering silence...
No one to seek, ask or rely No where to reach or nothing to do except wait for the moments which will not come
Wish to disappear, dissolve and diminish; wish to vaporize, vanish and perish; wish to be somewhere something or anything other than me. |
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