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Quiet World
Fingers dance across the keys.
Words used to come so easily.
but not anymore....
Suffocating in the wordless mist.
Dampness blocks the mind.
and weighs down the soul...
Drops fall onto the keyboard.
Drops of red and drops of wet,
coat the keys, still typed feverishly....
Clawing at the screen, scream at it.
Desperate to give meaning to what it shows.
yet all the efforts are in vain....
The words are held within the veins.
No way to let them out, without spilling blood.
so suffer with thorns under skin....
Howl in pain, a wordless cry.
Helpless, hopeless, inside the screen.
faith waivers, the words don't come....
Wordless, silenced void.
Light or darkness, voiceless moans.
no more words....
