No sound is quite so loud as pure silence.
When all the noise fades away, a new song
Takes stage. Her voice breaks, shrills in defiance,
Whispering lies, no care for right nor wrong.
She reveals my hidden thoughts and she mocks
My misery. I try to block her out,
Filling my head with static, but she gawks
Even still. No solace, no escape route.
She tells me we are one, that I am she
And she is me. If true, I’d rather die
Than hear another word. She commands, “Flee!
Leave ev’ryone behind. The end is nigh.”
I close my eyes, her words still echoing.
I scream and thrash ‘til I can’t hear a thing.
Ember Frost Writes 
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