Sound invades the deafening silence,
provides a moments respite.
Distraction from mortal wondering,
wandering in and out of life.

Wondering "why" will drive you crazy,
evasive seduction will turn you mad.
Never breaking, the clouded mind,
swiftly consuming all youve ever had.

You find yourself cornered now,
between the goal and the edge.
But the goal is far off right now,
your shoe slips off the ledge.

You run down the damned corridor,
running from your own desire.
It really is trying to kill you,
and you can only feed its fire.

The perception of third person view
could save so many minds
But oh how panicked you would be
if one thing changed at any time.