Metal, Roar, Shrieks and Mumurs

It begins as a loud scratching noise, like a broken record set on repeat until it's batteries die. then a crash interrupts the scratching fingers with abrupt rudeness. As if a great beast is ripping its kill apart, while someone who appeases violence watches. Then the reverberating sound of the pitter patter of a high pitched sound comes into view along with a brushing sound much like that of human begging for water but his mouth is to dry to talk. after you settle into the constant hushing voices, you are struck my a helicopter taking flight right outside you bedroom window. You try and sleep but the "slam, slam" of someone closing the doors to your cell wakes you and stimulates your nerves. a wave a sound hit you as you imagine your in a graveyard at night and graves are shaking
and the gates of the tomb where wealthy people stay are opening and closing, for no reason but to scare you. Something hits your eardrum, its the faint sound of what seems like a bird, it calls to its master but the master can not be found. grief and sadness overwhelm you as hear the beat of ghostly construction workers, working on a time consuming job that can never be finished. the yell of a gargantuan hits your ear as you fade into oblivion. blackness overwhelms you and fall into nothingness.