The year was 2081 and there was noone.

The world was populated with many people of nothingness. Everyone like everyone, people subside to nothing, yet are alive and breathing.

Walls of My Skull

There is something very alluring about the silence I tend to hear

Maybe it’s just the thought of me capturing emptiness

Or soaking up the peace

When you're alone you can listen to the thoughts that scramble

Around in the walls of my skull

But the moment that silence breaks

That’s the time when you don't feel so alone

No matter how much I love silence, I will admit

The sound of it breaking is almost as enjoyable as the silence itself