Everything is noise.
A constant drum beaten with no rhythm.
A chord struck off the progression.
Attempts to destroy the silent sanctum of my mind.
My head hurts.
I can feel something growing inside me.
A voice, an uproar, a commotion in my spirit.
The voices magnify.
It doesn't matter what they're saying
All I want is silence.
Peace, where are you?
If I carve out the noise,
Take a knife and slice out the cries,
Will I find you?















