nose-dive
March 4th, 2002
Sometimes silence shatters your eardrums like a stone does a thin glass window. So used to hearing the noise, they begin screaming back themselves. When the noise stops they shatter in their own resonance. Pointed shards of glass lodge themselves in the back of your mind and stab again and again every time your head so much as turns. Just before they go, you can hear their final silent scream. You're left wondering if anyone else heard it as you stand there in the quietest of quiets and the most painful of pains with one less sense to guide you down the darkest of tunnels.
Your enemies are strong, but you could destroy yourself faster than they could ever dream of. Your poison is quick, and your aim, deadly. You infect yourself with dreams higher than most dare, and the determination to reach them. As you climb, higher and higher, you inject hopelessness like an air-bubble in your veins. When it hits your heart, your engines stall. Your body shakes and shudders as your nose turns and points downward. Faster and faster in a nose-dive you fall towards the ground. You watch each of dreams you had obtained along the way speed by you, a few of them crashing into you as you fall, side-swiped by yourself. Below the mountain peaks you built so high and glorious, you watch the tree-line come close and closer. And then you hit the ground, to be remembered only by those who saw you splatter.
