There it sits in the center of the room all alone round and calling the table, a simple thing you would believe just wood and bolt . simple in design but dangerous deadly it is for it holds the key. the silver beauty cold and hard.
Calling soft and sweet like a sirens song upon the waves she whisper into your mind the soft sultry sounds of silence , to silence the noise if only to silence the noise, forever over and over never relenting the noise echo's and rings deafing the screams the silence never alway there , so quiet that you cannot hear. the click the the flash the blinding light and then the noise is replaced with everlasting silence
