silenced.

the world encroaching.

the darkness smothering.

the frosty hands of winter reaching out cold fingers towards my throat.

the bullet hole inside.

the void of emotion.

the abyss where thoughts bounce around the empty space.

the outlets blocked.

the comforts gone.

the safety net riddled with mothholes.

the fragility of the spirit.

the wariness etched onto the face.

the fear tucked inside, ready to swallow you at any moment.

the smile missing.

the laughter forgotten.

the sound of the voice rusty with disuse.

the vessel hollow.

the spirit broken.

the emptiness all consuming, blocking out the thought of anything else.