The sound of the end of the world is quiet. When the world ends the sound smiles at you, and I am forced to smile back, to brim my eyes with the light of my brightest day, bow to the sound and hope he does not fill your ears with the symphony of sadness that ties our hearts together.
The sound of the end of the world is loud. It is so horribly loud I cover your ears, fall to my knees, arms toward the sky. The sound never ends, the world ends, but the sound doesn't.
The sound screams the words "I hate myself more than I'll ever love you"
You cry, and I can never get the sound out of my head. I close my eyes, palms open to above, but the sound finds me. It pets my hair with a cold, whispering hand, strokes your face with icy, rasping fingers.
The sound and I,
become one.
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