It is still and unmoving.
Tension set forth by the fear of the unknown.
The loudest sound a soul can bear.
Pounding, shrieking, agony.
The mind begs for an end,
but the golden plague is unrelenting.
It's grip as tight as a python's on it's prey.
Squeezing it's victim until the mind surrenders,
and the silence engulfs the world with it's white noise.