They say that actions speak louder than words, yet its the words that have the ability to control ones actions despite their better judgement.

Do it.

Two words. Separate they're meaningless, together, a dare many foolishly take on. Together two words can change everything. 

A silhouette of a small body shrouded in the darkness of attempting to forget the past laid motionless in a sea of screams and whispers. More dark figures surrounded it, these much larger in comparison. They continued moving towards the small form, the screams and wails growing louder with each inch closer until secluding it within their own midnight shadows. Shadows that slowly seeped into the entirety of the scene, the piercing cries becoming almost unbearable. All while those two words chanting behind the suffering of the colorless assembly. It lasted for what seemed like hours when the sound began to morph, and the screams began to muddle together into a dull roar.