The way silence fills a room is like a white painting that's black underneath.

It's like when you're a little kid and you desire a sweet treat.

When you look at others and their eyes scream, but their lips are paralyzed to death...

It's like when you wake up to catch the sunrise, but instead you catch the sunset.

And it's so silent in this room because everyone can hear their inner screams so vividly...

Even the way they sit on the chair so softly, glancing your way to recall if you look like the person who's haunting their nights so they can scream out loud...

But you never do. You wait for everyone to die and hear their broken heart shatter completely with a thud.