Author's note: This is basically everything I think about at night turned into a creepy story.
(The Sound, The Secret, The Light, Justice, and The Words… The Conclusion)
It’s got to be at least three now.
I did call it, and now, I can’t stop thinking. My God! It’s happening! The secret, I know what he means…
And that noise, it’s unbearable! Please, God, make it stop! I don’t want this! I’ve dabbled in things far too wonderful for me! I can’t take this! I need air. I need that incessant silence to be gone. There’s no escape at this hour.
My bike streaks through the hazy darkness, like an intruder in the mist. I don’t belong. The shapes of the trees, the faces and distinctly shifting colors they form scream a delightfully painful melody to me, the lyrics whisper the workings of my mind into my mind.
I understand. I could never do it.
Then I think of the horrors given to the innocent and helpless by depraved brains.
I happen to know of one in this neighborhood.
The night’s music literally cuts out, and I see the words “You are but a man.” drift across my sight.
His door seems charged with a current, a dry, orange current, a deathly current.
This knife, dare I put my mark on justice? Dare I provoke the hand of God?
Is this right?
Too late, I see him. He’s so fat and stupid and satisfied in his misery.
He shouldn’t be here. I’m not the one who’s out of place.
A tortured little girl’s face hangs in the air.
I plunge the knife into his torso.
“This is for the unfulfilled dreams!
“This is for the corrupted youth!
“This is for innocence lost!
“This is for a murdering monstrous dog!
“This is for new eras that will never be!
“This is for the victim’s parents!”
Whatever may have been, I have decided.
There can be no repentance, no changing of my ways, I chose the path that leads to death, but at least I understand life.
Simon and Garfunkle got it right; I think they saw things in this way; I think they understood.
“Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence…
“And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“’Fools’, said I, ‘You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you’
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
In the wells of silence
“And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, ‘The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls’
And whispered in the sounds of silence.”