| The silence is deafening. To the point of which I hear a ring. Have they forgotten about me? What have I done? Every time I try to leave this place, I am put into a perpetual loop and tossed back, To where I began. I see headlights. Now familiar faces. But they seem to be sad faces. When I try to call their names, There is no answer. Not even an echo. Why are they ignoring me? They walk right up to me, And begin to cry. I begin to cry. But only because I don’t know, What I’ve done to deserve this. And why won’t they look at me. They look at the ground I’m standing on, But not me. I look at what they are looking at. It’s a gravestone. With my name on it! Is this some sort of prank? Suddenly they leave. And I am still stuck in what appears to be a graveyard. The silence is deafening. |