Thanatophobia Shared

2013-04-17 02:24 AM

I tried catching the tones of her cacophony,
the utter annihilation of every sound, as each moment is replaced;
catching the noise, even attempting such a thing is futile:
I realize that now.

As she screamed, I dreamt of a refuge.
The silence in my mind had been torturous,
but her screams became a sanctuary

So I tried catching it; it slipping through my fingers every time
It, that thing, the noise, whatever it was, the absence of silence
I needed it more than ever

And she gave it to me, though I suppose she had no choice,
The fervor she had when she emptied her lungs incapacitated me,
My body numb with some other paralyzing thing;
I had no choice but to laugh.

No, that's not it. I have no choice but to laugh.
While every moment is annihilated by the ever-consuming black-hole that is Time passing,
She and I have two utterly vital things shared:

The absurdity of our own existences, of this situation,
and our fear of death.