The chill of when that steel door slams shut and locks behind you and you know there's no key. You're in an unfamiliar place with shades of memories of death and emotion. You see faces of people, but their role in your life is unclear and the energy is not there to identify them.
Then the sound, and/or that feeling, the one with all the dark and latent meanings that pulls the mind in different directions with different messages. Don't catch the falling razor, or sharpen the running saw. Seems like common sense for most until the movie starts ...the pictures...the song.

Not always the same sound, not always the same scene but the same torturous song that only the devil can dance to, the song that makes my soul quiver with fear and robs the mind of hope.

Maybe the caged bird is not singing, but crying for help. The cracked pot eventually breaks, leaving you with shards of relief, without a purpose.

There's no escaping your shadow.
"Caught in the Quiet"