Sharp silhouettes cutting the empty sky into pieces,
Covering up the nothingness that haunts this place,
For today the world does not blur together in a confusing mess as it did before
Rather all the pieces lie separate dying slowly
Too slowly to be noticed
Their purpose and meaning
For now lost to me…

Every single sunken sound echoes, sound echoes, echoes into forever
Into forever
Slowly Slipping Softer
Away into the dark where it is never heard
And waits in vain to be to be disturbed

Trapped inside this cold and empty space weak and shivering.
With time standing still in a hellish frozen nightmare from which I cannot wake
Will I see the next sunrise?
I vowed I would.
So for now I’ll quiet the dark
Preparing for the silence
Hiding in the pain.