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It is lost to me, the Silence.
Even the Darkness does not want me. They're holding me at arms length. Taunting me with their acceptance. Baiting me. Pretending to wait for me. Then as I move forward, they move away.
Why?
My soul is screaming in the torment of forever. My mind is wailing in agony. What I know, I don't, and I don't know what I know.
I look about me and all I see is the neverending grey. Again. Nothing, nothing at all. Yet I am bombarded by everything there is.
Is this, this nightmare real? This living anguish? This unending grief?
I am alone. Always alone.
Only the Nothing comforts me. My only solace is the hope that one day my Silence and I will finally be united. That it will finally want me. That I will finally be caught up in it. That the forever nothing will finally end.
I haven't the strength of character to catch the Silence yet, but my desire is so strong. Perhaps one day I will cease to be so terribly weak, and finally...
finally...
be silent myself.
Even the Darkness does not want me. They're holding me at arms length. Taunting me with their acceptance. Baiting me. Pretending to wait for me. Then as I move forward, they move away.
Why?
My soul is screaming in the torment of forever. My mind is wailing in agony. What I know, I don't, and I don't know what I know.
I look about me and all I see is the neverending grey. Again. Nothing, nothing at all. Yet I am bombarded by everything there is.
Is this, this nightmare real? This living anguish? This unending grief?
I am alone. Always alone.
Only the Nothing comforts me. My only solace is the hope that one day my Silence and I will finally be united. That it will finally want me. That I will finally be caught up in it. That the forever nothing will finally end.
I haven't the strength of character to catch the Silence yet, but my desire is so strong. Perhaps one day I will cease to be so terribly weak, and finally...
finally...
be silent myself.