The silence stretches taunt, about to snap. Itís so unnerving to be in the silence, alone. I search the darkness for any source of sound, any source of light. Nothing reveals. It was this darkness that I learned how well the night can echo. The darkness has a deepness to it no sound nor light can break. Light is merely an instantaneous spark within the bottomless night. I try to speak out, even a whisper to shatter this madness. Nothing comes. One would think you could hear the beating of my heart, the sound of my ragged breath. Not even the most natural of functions can break this parasite. There is no heartbeat, but I can feel the pulse raging through me, desperate to be heard. I can feel my breath scratching at my lungs even if hearing it aloud is lost. My eyelids become heavy, thirsting for sleep. Iím afraid. Afraid to sleep incase I should miss the shattering of my prison. But my body and mind both are begging, pulling harder and working together to draw me under their cloud. My eyelids have closed on their own, sealing tight. Breathing deepens, but not that you could hear it. That edge between sleep and awareness, I want to linger here for eternity. To savor the feeling of complete ease. A final breath, long and deep, and Iím gone. I begin to dream. The feeling of my body falling head over foot, spinning faster and faster... my heartbeat speeds up, pounding harder, faster, along with my breath. But no sound, why is there no sound? Am I awake or asleep? With my eyes open or shut, there is no difference to the world around me, so Iíve lost track of being here and gone. Still Iím spinning, flipping as my heart is about to beat its way through my chest and collapse my ribs into one another in a fountain of red glory. Itís so intense, how can you not hear it right this second. The beating, like a drum. Rapid and rushed, trapped within my body it struggles to be set free. Spinning, spinning... stop. The dream throws me forward and I scream inside. My mouth is open wide, the muscles straining, but it is pointless. I feel it inside of me, ripping every part of me open. Body tense and wide...the pain begins to seep in from my skin, making its way deep inside. A tear forms in my eye. I feel as if my veins have shot from my wrists, and have tied me tight, splayed out in shame. My head hangs down, looking at the darkness. The tear on my cheek begins to fall, and for some reason, I can see it. A pearl in the darkness. Itís almost blinding. My eyes begin to burn as I watch this tear fall. It hits the ground and sound erupts from that one drop. A bomb waiting to be set off, loud and violent. That tear shatters my prison, tearing it apart piece by piece in the process. The sound is screaming, and I realize itís me. Thereís blood running from my eyes and ears, the sound, the light, it was too much. I can feel the pressure building inside my head. Finally I take in my surroundings in what I assume is my last moment of life. I look up, and with one breath, I scream at the sight. Mirrors above me, and I see myself. I scream long and hard, raggedly... then it stops. I can still see, but the sound stops. It seems I begun my life only to be destined to take it away.