That damned sound I crave yet hate
Nothing to be heard but the sound of breathing
And the soft murmurs that are slowly creeping
Up on me until one becomes brave enough
To shout its abuse from the rooftops.
Oh the clamour and deafening sounds that echo
Around this cage like a zoo lion's roar that
So well expresses its rage at the world's
Decision to capture him and hold him there
Alone and friendless, hungry and afraid.
I am now as an addict, reaching for that sweet release
That fix that calms the storm and allows
For me to forget the noise, leaving them behind
Yet that escape is gone now, I cannot find it here
No more external music to drown out the
Anguished cries of hate and anger nor the
Red that fills the room around me, chokingly
I plug my ears trying to escape this inner prison
Yet the torment never stops.
Their claws sink further into my sanity tearing, ripping
At the walls of defence so clumsily erected by
A tattered consciousness so tired and worn
Down by the masks worn to cover it all up
And prevent you from seeing inside.
I grow weary now, so I let myself fall and be
Pulled into the shadows of the oblivion hoping
That when I awake, fully back and sound of head
That my inner secrets be not bare for all to see
And in the winter coldly laid.
SI