One Room

manic silence.

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

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In this damned room, I stand alone.

With nothing to listen to, except for the maddening sound of the air and rustling leaves from the outside world.

But when those voices go away, I'll be left alone in the dark, with silence.

Manic silence.

It fills my head, the familiar ringing of silence echoing in these decaying oak walls, and I can't help but stay still in my chair, the cage in my head rendering me incapable of producing any other sound, and I'm once again tortured in my own cage, shut inside my own thoughts.

But how long will I be alone? how long will i be listening to nothing but silence?.

I don't know, and now I'm simply hunched in the middle of my room, waiting for the silence to go away, yet dreading the time when it will go away, as the voices that haunt my head will return, without a drop of hope in my thoughts, no chance of salvation.

But then, do I prefer company?

Do i prefer the company of these voices full of woes over bland silence?

The voices tear me apart, they like to remind me how I deserve staying on this cage, a cage that only exists in my head, a psychological cage.

But again, will I stand silence? silence so loud it becomes a ringing in your ears, so radical you start to dig in to your wrists just to hear the flow of your blood.

I'm even tempted to do that, just to end my suffering, but the voices always pull my hand back, and whisper in my ear, always the same, dreadful thing.

"You don't want to prolong your suffering, do you?"

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