In all my years as an asylum worker, I've never met one as deranged as Mr.Edgar Lawrence. His cries carry throughout the halls and into my dreams despite the distance, and oh do I loath those screams.

"They take the world away!" he cries 20,000 times a day.

"its gone black. black I say! no light can sweep or sun to brighten as it's all taken far away!"

How has he not lost his voice, it's been nearly 6 months of this. if he dosnt quite then I may go insane.

"Mr.Edgar please" the nurse maid begs, "it's simply night, the world's still here, please rest, lest you cry us all into darkness."

Murmurs and mutters of disagreement and defients stream from his mouth as water from a shallow brook.

"oh no, oh on, not sleep my dear, but death so far or so neer. I cannot stand to have the world taken for so long, who knows if it'll ever come back. I can't have that," The Mr. babbles.

"Then eat you noisy man thing, at least when your mouth is full you'll shut up," the head nurse say, glaring at the hapless patient. "it's meat stew and bread, old but filling, so fill that useless mouth of yours full and be quiet before I quiet you myself."

The head nurse has 'quieted' many before, but its hard to ever not be quiet when your tongue is on the floor and your mouth sewn shut.

Sweet mercy, he's quiet, maybe now I can rest. But what man thinks the world goes missing every time they blink?