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                 I sit here, listening.

                        Nothing.

                      Not a peep,

                     not a whisper,

                      not a sound.

                         Dead.

            The one word that comes to mind.

                But I thought i heard it.

                      That voice.

                       Calling.

                    Calling to me.

                   Calling my name.

                  Why, i don't know.

                  Who, i can't see.

                Where, below my window.

                But I don't understand.

                      Is it me?

                  Is it in my head?

                    Or what if....

               No, no its not possible.

                      Or is it.

                All of it, so strange,

                      so weird,

                      so dark.

          I can hear it through my loud music.

          I can hear it while watching a movie.

           I can hear it while i play games.

                 It scares me and yet,

                yet I feel drawn to it.

             I feel as though I must answer.

                  Answer the calling.

                  Answer to my name.

                 So what should i do?