Silence, Pulling at my sanity.

I curl up in a corner,
Trying to escape the dark,
The unspoken words of silence,
Pull at my sanity.

I remember what happened,
Before the silence attacked me,
Back when the voices in my head,
Didn't have an existence.

A quiet sunday evening,
I was sitting in my tub,
Deja vu struck me,
I'd been here before.

The water became mud,
It was too thick to breathe,
My eyes fell from their sockets,
Bloodshot inside my hands.

I watched as my flesh was melting,
Falling off my bones,
The ivory of my fingertips,
I started to shake,

As I shook harder,
I heard too many things,
The crackle of my snapping bones,
The sloshing off the bloody mess,

My face was wet with sweat and gore,
I couldn't make a sound,
My screaming was strangled,
But my mind kept going.

Now I'm in my corner,
Hiding from the dark,
Silence is overbearing,
Pulling at my sanity.