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I long for the essence of Death, that makes this world so fucking quiet. I close my eyes, and imagine it, spreading like a plague, just washing over this place.
...It is on a war path, with only the intent to destroy...
I want Death, to leave this place in shambles, with only a picture in the fucked minds of what it used to be... I want to turn it into my own personal world; my quiet, Graveyard-like world.
...Savory silence, spreads like an un-stoppable disease...
...And it is favored by me once more. My ear drums are not
explosive; my eyes can finally close. For a while at least. Remorseless children, with blood-curtling screams, threaten my silence once more. I want to kill... I want them to see my un-real world of agony and torture. I endure. I endure. I shall not hurt them... Today. No... Not today.
I do not wish to scream back
What a waste of breath it is to do so. Why would they listen? Why would they even stop and take a moment to understand my need for silence? My need for silence... My need for silence... My need for silence, rests in a place where only I can go, to gather my thoughts, and compile them all together into one HUGE... Mind fuck...
I cannot breathe...
Their faces, their eyes... Their lips that they ever so annoyingly allow screams to rip from... I cannot lie... I cannot breathe in this fucking place. My head is spinning, my eyes are closing. I break. I break... I fucking BREAK.
ALL I ASK FOR,.... IS SILENCE.
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