Soundless

           I hear something. It's close I can tell. It's sound is faint but loud in its proximity. Each day I wake up and it greets me with a blast. My room is dead silent; a silence that would cripple the agile mind. It makes me crazy; crazy to think I hear something that isn't there. My fan stands still with nothing to do. It should be on, but I've shut it off ever since this sound has crept upon my mornings. An unknown green light splatters the darkened room with such gravity, my head boils inside. Still, the sound continues. It has kept me awake all night, without awaking me. I know it'll come soon as I sleep. It slithers through my dreams, always a deafening obedience in it's presence. I sit here in complaint of the so called unknown.

          I sweep the blankets off my body in one swift movement. It continues. I swing my legs over and lift my head to a leveled position with the green light. I walk to and open the door for the release of my bowels when it suddenly stops... I pause in observation. The grip I hold against the door drops. My heartbeat strengthens. I hear the attic creek. No reason to double think that. I give my room total concentration.

          I turn around and enter the center of my room. Shades drawn, sheets spread a mess. My clock slowly clicks to 6:32 AM. I hold my breath to silent my innards. I close my eyes and search for total solitude. The sound starts again. It begins to thump. Louder and louder. My arms reach for something to catch, only nothing. I give my thoughts a rest. I complete total silence. I am naked of all inner distractions. I am outside my own body. I swim around the room with reliance on the dream I had earlier that night. I can see what I saw. A ravage sight.

          Gauntlets of sludge filled with mud and grime surrounding my bed, only the impression of my body lay clean. The sludge builds and builds with a furious skill. All is silent. I see a fine stray of light piercing through the shade. It's the rising sun. I walk through the sludge, towards the window. I open the shades and find the light ending at my chest. A loud crashing sound. My shirt burns through, opening my bare chest to the sunlight. I rip the burnt pieces off my body and stare at my chest. My hairs seize up in flame. The sun still spearing my chest. I try and look the sun in the eye. I become dizzy and look down to see a shape flaming through my chest. It burns in the shape of my heart. The sound becomes brilliantly loud. It seems to be coming from my mind, from my torso, inside my chest. The shape protrudes through my chest. It violently morphs into my heart, bleeding. It falls on the floor. I pick it up to find the sound severely loud, coming from my pumping heart. I stare at my bloody organ. I search for a reason why. How am I alive? I crave an end to this.

          I pick at my heart to find the source of this piercing sound. I find a pen on my desk and rip my heart in half finding a golden shine bursting through the middle of my chambered heart. I grab it in my hands and squeeze til my fingers bleed with pressure. My eyesight begins to wither, my arms seem weak, but my hands still tightly gripping the mass. I feel my body heating up, my veins expanding, the roundness of my skull imploding, my chest bleeding with fire. The sound screams through my entire body without remorse. I squeeze one more time and collapse to the ground.

          From the ground I crawl to my bed. All of my bones seem to have left me. All strength gone. The sound so strong my ears begin to bleed. I reach my bed, hold myself upwards in a slop of skin, blood and rotten tissue. I gather the strength to spread myself among the sludge that's engulfed my bed. It's covering me quickly, with an evil revenge of darkness. I look over to the green flickering light which spreads a bright shine of light throughout my room. I slap it hard. 5 more minutes until the next snooze.