The lack of sound creates
a pressure on my body
my skin, my flesh,
it doesn't exist
my bones are silently fading
as my soul has less and less space
to stay

I don't move
the world is floating around me
but I'm chained to the ground
they don't make a sound
I'm powerless

I'm laying down
letting the void devour all
I look at the light
from the tiny lamp
but I can feel how silent it is

Do I exist?
Did I even exist at all?
I could make a sound
but I couldn't hear a thing
I'm shouting in my mind
hoping for an echo

running
out
of