It was a dream I had just one day.I was the female protagonist.In a fantasy world of fiction far away. There is a post apocalypse.Flames oh so beyond destroyed the place.The whole world being in flames. Yet as the music sang...

It does not begin, it does not end. Never hear it start, never hear it stop.   Ceaseless, present at every moment. This inner sound - an object of sense.   With willpower we dominate, breathing at our will. Whereas we are subordinate to the sound of silence.   An entity you cannot dominate, but...

Psychosis carried in the gales, for I am surely windblown, windward from my own psyche, where boundaries of reality have eroded.   With concealed hands, a nonvisual hallucination caresses the encasement of my soul, provoking verbal responses.   Nothingness which wreathes around me, a curve in a state of non-existence meandering...