The Silence Consumes




All alone in this confined place

The only sound is the

Scratch, scratch, scratching

Of my pencil on my notepad

It's cold and quiet in this forgotten realm

All I can feel is the

Thump, thump, thumping

Of my emotionless heart

My vision blurs

As the room grows

Darker, darher, darker still

I'm lost in my depression.

My pencil snaps

The room goes silent

As the thumping slowly stops.....

And the silence consumes me.



-Apathy Angel