Silence—A.K

Locked in a windowless room
I sat in the pitiful dark,
drowning in silence.
I waited for death to take me away, for death seemed to be my only asylum from the atrocious, ghastly silence
that is slowly driving me to insanity.
They say that silence is the most powerful scream,
I could not agree more,
though it cannot be heard,
it can be felt.
I felt my body slowly burn.
A drop falling from my forehead to the ground
It is slowly, painfully dissolving my skin,
making me nothing but a melting mixture of flesh and blood in the deathly dark.
I look at my hand,
slowly perceiving my hot skin as my scarlet muscles appeared.
My nails slowly detaching from my fingers, falling off one by one,
then my lips quivered in trembling fear.
As both are about to be the maddening silence's next victims,
it lingered onto them, filling them both with loud and deafening screeches, making them crumble into the pitch black ashes on my lap as it dissolves into the darkness.
My eyes were next,
I could not bare see them in pain.
I shut them tight,
sheltering them,
but what comes next is what we were all waiting for.
They were to never be opened again.
And the silence?
The dreadful silence stopped.