The room was empty, bare.
The white walls screamed nothing.
I stood in the middle of the room.
I examined the walls carefully.
They were loud.
They hurt my ears.
So I pulled out my pocket knife,
and stabbed the walls.
They let out a screech of pain.
It was deafening.
Blood oozed from the walls wounds.
I repeatedly stabbed the walls,
till they died.
Silence consumed the room.
All you could hear, was the trickle of blood drops,
splashing on the floor.
I felt accomplished.