Empty

I can hear the empty. It eats into my soul. It's a ringing sound; so high pitched. It drills into my mind.
No mercy;
Like a million people all screaming at once.

I can hear the empty.

Drowning in screams, they scream so that I don't have to. They scream for me, so that I can think, I can cry, I can feel the empty.

I let my mind wander and suddenly I begin to sense all emotion at once. I find freedom in a cage, logic in confusion, happiness in melancholy.
And slowly, with every breath I take the emptiness shuts off,
leaving me deafened by silence once again.