Silence, swarming silence and it was deafening to the ears. It seemed almost drug-like. What those colours did droning in and out like a pulse in the ripped up wallpaper. But he had to remind himself it was only noise... or lack thereof... such silence... murderous silence. A silence that could blind like an attempt to shoot up heroin through the eye. One couldn't have taken too much. He almost overdosed, or so it seemed... on silence, the surrounding silence. The purple and blue, cold silence.
It was lacing its lying fingers into his shoelaces and tying them; one by one with its black fingernails. The young twenty-five year old lay at the end of his rope in a cold sweat with a silent syringe in his sickly thin arm... such deep acidic silence, yet so sweet. Footsteps so alien yet so familiar echoed out of the failing walls. What happened that night? Was it morning? His eyes were shutting so slowly like that silence. Who had stopped the music anyway? Oh yes... the band had left with the chemicals.
So it was silence... and then it was darkness... |
Submission Name: Lost in Drugged Silence [desc.]
