Silence...sweet sweet silence.

Ehehehehehe.....

The silence...It's so sweet. It speaks to me as I sleep. It leads me. I know not where. It's dark here...And quiet...Then,FLASH, the sun appears, fairies dance, colors swirl. It's unreal...Now...A blade appears in my hand, and from the silence, something speaks. It says but one word, one word that triggers something inside of me..."Play." Without realizing, I'm moving. The blade slices through colors, the fairies, even the sun,which now seems painted to the wall, succumbs to this blade. The blood of fairies is spilt, but...not blood, merely more colors, painting the walls of this dream turned nightmare, like a menagerie of peacocks. The colors only serve to anger me further, and the more I slash, the more enraged I become. Finally, the scape is so filled with color, it must have every one imaginable...Except red...Red is the only color not strewn along the plane by this blade. Again, from the silence comes a voice, which I now recognize as my inner voice..."Finish the rainbow...only you have the last color." I stand, speechless. My violence had turned inward, and I could not stop the next movement; the blade slashed across my belly, almost of it's own accord, as if my hand only offered the support to keep it airborne. Blood spilled across the floor; another slash, blood sprayed the walls, two more, and I was finished, crumpled to the floor in a heap, the rainbow finished; red, white, blue, green, orange, yellow, purple, and several more that there was no name for...my vision faded, and then another bright light...I opened my eyes, and looked out upon the familiar surroundings; a clean, white, padded cell; and my clothes, which were as normal as the skin that encased me; a white shirt, that held my arms snugly to my body in a self-embrace, and black pants....I uttered one last, tortured laugh before following the voice of silence, back to my dream world, where I ruled all, and no one could punish me.