It’s just noise in my head
Can’t figure it out or shut the damn thing.
The frown isn’t leaving my face
It’s all hazy where I’m looking.
It’s taking me down, it’s taking me away
Save me from its clutches, I want to run away!
Sleep is sparse, and dreams are short-lived
Disturbia sings a chaos within
The tumultuous monotony kicking at my sides
It’s a nasty battle that time is winning.
Every little nook and cranny
Of my mind is filled with smoke
Coughing out peace for life
Not many days are left before I choke.
Every time I leave a print behind,
The water comes to wash it away.
With every task not much is done
soon the sun will dive with the day.
It’s taking me down, it’s taking me away
Save me from it’s clutches, I want to run away!
Tyranny of fate kills faster than the brain
The slick murderer himself is short-lived.
so he leaves a bloody legacy behind
he will be remembered not the victim.
With time it will be studied
to decode the sharp noise.
How long have I waited
to hear my own voice.
And then the lull will take over
With piercing quiet, to make a new sound
Only shadows will speak against the walls
Where no light will resound.
It’s taking me down, it’s taking me away
Save me from it’s clutches I want to run away!
a dark one here!!! i liked the metaphors you have used throughout the poem... very interesting! i like the style of your writing!! keep writing!
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