Because I can...

Listen my friends. Listen in the silence of an empty room.
One where others seldom come and privacy here is as though a dark bond to a hidden self.
Listen carefully... You can't enter.
You would break that bond then. No. That's a lie. You cannot break the dark bond. You can't find it. I wouldn't let you.
Listen. Shush...
There is a whirring fan. Its low hum monotonous. Harsh quick waves of buzzing. Like bees... no, wait, too bright. Hornets? Wasps? No, no. Too alive. Think plastic. Think metal. Cold, lifeless, soulless. What does that actually matter to you?
Listen... but you have to strain your ears to hear it.
I doubt you can.
No one does.
I wouldn't let you.
But it's there.
It's an empty room. Soulless. Plastic. Metal.
That hums. A dull hum. A dead hum.

Life... is something that moves. That interacts.
Life is something beautiful, fragile.
Life is.

This place is empty. Yawning. Gaping. Vacuum.
Thirsty. But you can't drink tears.
Wait... you can't here any crying.
There's nothing to drink anyway.

There's a coke can though...
Smell it - sickening. Metallic.
Metal. Plastic.
Lifeless.
Maybe you can hear it?
Clang - it might go. Against a wall? No. Wait. Too alive.
On the carpet? Yeah.
Thud...? No. Too heavy too alive.
Think of it carefully. The gentle brush of polyester hair on tin.
That's right. Plastic. Metal.
Lifeless. Soulless.

But then a scratch.
Something moves...
Another...
another...
another...
another...
another...




I'm alive in here.
Welcome, to my dead room.