The silence deafens. It cries out in a mortal fear of it's aggressor. The noise towers, the din overwhelming. Clanking, pounding, crushing, smashing, crinkling, static, breaking, crunching sounds scream into the crowded, chaotic maelstrom. Suffering inevitably results. The torturous cries shrieking high-pitched wishes for death to the oblivion, it wreaks havoc in the mind. But above it all, the silence dominates. Sweeping a broad path, it tears through the mind, cancelling thought, sowing fear.

Glass shatters in ever refracting circles. The reflections echo rivulets of torment, fragments of a reality one wished could not, did not, exist. Yet it does. Tight-fisted control shouts the silence! A cruel dictator, it demands, commands and rules by it's existence. Nothing can drown it out, nothing can forestall its fury.

It eats away at the body, stars of pain surfacing just behind the eyes. Liquid, crimson blood flows slowly but unceasingly from its initial entry point. It begins in the ear, heard, and felt. Vibrations reverberating against the walls of the inner ear, sliding painfully, forcefully, into the brain. Cascading rivers gush down the shoulder, weaving an inexplicable pattern that burns itself into the skin, an aching indeterminate pattern.

Something is lost. Something tiny is gone forever. Unique, special, it flies, flees, escapes a presence only to die alone. And now the loneliness is absolute.