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Silence is Deafening The silence of my soul is deafening. Emptiness slowly strangles the lively spirit, it's cries grow ever weaker. The pulse of emotion, once quickened by lifes simple pleasures, grows faint. Yet... time continues to be. Life crawls slowly by, unnoticed, as if to further torment the agonizing soul. The world should stop, at least momentarily, to recognize what has been lost. Death has come, an unwelcomed visitor, while the helpless watch in horror. He has taken his prize this night, to young, to much to offer and to soon. Colors of life drain to gray, fading ever so slowly to black and white - reality dawns. Melodious sounds of life, once pleasant, now assault the ears like a clanging bell, as the writhing soul screams...WHY? Yet... time continues to be. |
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