louder.

more.

Turn it up.

Louder.

LOUDER!!!


LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!!LOUDER!!!LOUDER!!!LOUDER!!!LOUDER!!!


and the realization sets in
that no matter how loud
no matter how much noise
how chaotic the sounds
how desperate the screams
how tragic the lyrics...
                                ..            ..       ­  ... .
                                                     . . . . .           .                     ...
                                .. ...           ... . . ..      .
...

i couldn't drown out
the voices torturing me
in my mind

Something strange it is
To drown oneself
In darkness

From above
The waters seem
To sit in stillness
With a haunting gleam

One little dip
Is all it takes
To become infected
And raise the stakes

When you start
All you want
Is that little spark
From this, your jaunt

You take it slow
Maintaining control
You've seen what it does
To the heart and the soul

But then you grow tired
Of your little game
You start to go numb
The spark becomes plain

So, in you go
Just a bit further now
Up to your knees
You're in control, anyhow

One day you don't
You walk away
You hear its voice whisper
Calling your name

You aren't free
As you thought
To dip out as you please
It seems you've been caught

So back to the pool
Back to the rush
That now owns your soul
It will certainly crush

But now all you want
Is to sink in deeper
To let it wash over you
Let it be your keeper

So when you return
Again the next dawn,
You dive right in
And let it feed on

In response
To your cooperation
It offers release
From the desolation

Its words are all lies
You know this deep down
But it feels so good
You want to drown

So you do

I just want to get
d                     r
u                 n
k          o
n
w
o
r   d   s

I have never
Ever loved anyone
In any kind of a
Romantic way

It makes my heart ache and burn
Restless and eager
For someone to decide
That maybe I'm worth pursuit

Here I am
19 years into life
And I have never
Even come close to romance

I don't need a man
But I want to know what
Butterflies in my stomach
Feel like before a date

I am capable and bright
Strong and passionate
But I long to be known
So deeply and
To be loved

But love eludes me

It’s all fake
The smiles
The laughs

I don’t really feel them
But I know how to act
I know what you wanna see
I know what’ll convince you
I’m perfectly alright
I’m thriving
I’ll even believe it myself

But once my audience disappears
I empty out
There’s nothing left inside
Sometimes a dull ache
Or pain if I look far enough
Who even knows why anymore
I just... I just hurt
No reason
Just pain

How strange... to realize
The false demeanor is gone
Cheeriness melted away
Replaced with a stern countenance
For my burdens are heavy
But I can’t put them down

I̷̡̛͙͇̺̳̠̼̫̲̘͇͙̐͌̍̾́͛̔̌̉̚’̵̤̖̯̞͎̤̤̑͊̒ṃ̷͔͎̹̝̽̾̑̇̅͋̈́͂̇̂̍ ̵̛̻̤̼̯̱̯͋͐̑̾͂̑̀̚d̷͓̣͓̜̗̪̝̬̰͕̠̥̓͐̿́̈́̓̂̓̾͒̚̕̚͜ǫ̵͓̠͚̳̤̈́̉̾n̸̰̣͓͇͉̓̊­̈̓́̏̉̄̑͐̇ë̶̡̨͖̻͍̱͖́͘ͅ




Ï̶͕̠̞̻̳͚͕̝̎̃̔̇̈̍͌̔̄̈͂͘’̴̛̣͔̟͗̈́̄̅̅̀̀̌̿̅­͊͑̌̃̌̉̈́̽̄̚͠͝m̵̧̢̞͖̱̩̯̪̉̎́̓̑̕͠ ̶̛̱͍̲̞͗͊͆̉͊͐̔̌͂́̚̚͘̕ḏ̴͉̮̍̾͂̀̈́͐̉̍̽̑̇̈̅̿͊͗̑̕̚͠õ̸̙̭̯̝̩̟̼̝̺͔̫̓͑̈̎́̋̐­̀̌̑̕͜ͅn̴̜̟͉̟̹͔̗̳̈̚ḗ̶̢̢̡̘͖̼̤̖̱̣̹̼͈̞̠͇͕̫͕̩̖̖̣̉̈̐́̅̔̊͛̂̒͛̔̌̓̐̽́̆̂̈́̕­.̶̡̫͓̤͈̠̣͔̘̜̫͓̫̗͍́̂͂̈́ͅ ̶̦̥͖̠͍̤͎͇͇̰̺̮̯͔̉̊͜










Ĭ̴̛͓̜̟̝̟͉͓͙̫̜̱̉͒̽͂̽̿͛̄̐̊͠’̸̢̧̧̧̛̛͎̟̱­͙̯̬̬̝̦͚̼̝̠̙͗̄̀̊̎̀̂̓̃͊̏̆̉͋̃̑̉́̍̒͋͑̏̓̈̈́͂͆͊̈́̈̓͛͐͐̂̓͑̓̈́͆̎͒͂͋̆͐̒̊̚͜­͜͝͠͠͝m̵̧̡̢̢̡̨̢̙̜̰̼̘͙͇̣̥̤̣̤͍͓̤̠̗͕̹̩̞̜̫̺̦͔̀̎̇̽͒̔́͗͒̌̈́̒̈́̋̎͐́̈́̽̒̆̈­̑̓̅͊̐͊̑̇͑͋̈́͋͌͌̅͋̽͒͒̈́̎̕̚̚̕͝͠͝ͅ ̸̢̢̢̨̧̨̡̠̳̪͖̤͉̱͖̘̱̱͖̗̳͚̥̗̳̹͚̖̜͖̣̣͉͔͎͇̜̻̠̣̦̻̪͈͉̖̟͉̺̞́͜͜͝ͅͅͅd̴̢̧̨̧̨­̨̡̨̢̧̦̜͔͕̠̯̮̙̲̯̫̹͓̩͔̥̩̤̣̪̼̳̺̳̹̠̥̥̭͕̪̰̟͉̹͓̪̺̠̙͈͚͕͎̼͙̘̻̱̱͇̙̖͚̝̪̬̝͎͙­̠̃̋̈͛̍̑͗̂̌̓̀͗͒̽̈́̈́́̑̂́̒̆͊̋̒͂̃͐͒̆̈́̾̉͗̀͂̅̃͛̐́̽́̍̓͆̈́͋̅̏̎̓̍͋͐͊̕̚͜͜­͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅợ̶̢͙̦̻̘̺̮̺͎̼̫̥̱̙̿͌̽͌̀̾̏̒̑̉̑̊̀̃̿̄̈̈́͊̅̓̓̈́͘͝͝ͅņ̶̢̧̨̨̧͇̼͔͉͚­̱͓̣̦̮̹͚͉͚̜̙̦̭̐̎͂̃̾̏̊̀̀͂̽̓̎͆̾͝ę̷̡̢̢̢̢̢̧̡̛̲͙͕̜̞͍̣̦͍̙͕̜̼̤̼̩̱̺̣͉̱͇̞̻͚­͈̗̥̳̹̟̬̭̭̘̱̫̠̞̬̪̲̺͆̀̄̏͗̐̓̓̿̈́̌͑̽͛͂̽́̌̏̄̾́̑͐̈́͗̈̍̕̕͝͝ͅͅ.̴̢̨̛̞̖̬̥̹̹­̥͔̠͕̤̟͉̤̠̇͆̌̓̐̈́͆͑̍̀̀̉͆͋̈͗̐̋̄̂̎̾͒̑͒̃̒̓̾̍̀͐̔͑̈́̐̑̈́͐̎̓̒͒̽̈͂̅͆́͆̄̑̋­͆̄͛͆̇̾͛̈́͂̕̚͘̕̚̚͜͠ ̷̧̛͑͂̓́̈́̿̉͑̈́͌́͆̔͗̌̽̅̽̌̃̂͛̔̋͂̂̀͆͌̈́̅͑̐͗̅̅͐̾̃̂̄͆̑̌̈͒̈͒̂́̉̓̈́̊̿̽̓́­̌͑̈́͘̚̕̕̚͘͘͝͝͠













I̷̡̧̡̢̫̬͎͕͕̬̫̪̝̫͙͇̺͔̲̥̳̺̥̟͚̩̭̭̹̣͓̻͍̪̙­̹̱͂͜͝’̷̢̨̢̡̛̛̰̰͙̣͚͚̠͇͕̰̭̳̳͙̩͈̖͎̗̱̱͉̠̞̘͙̘̐̏̑̇̿̈́͗͗̅͒̋̃͆̀̓̔́̿͗͂̌̋̓̔­͌́̉̀̊̈́̐̎̈́̏̋̃͌̃̿́̀̀̓͗̅̽̅̚͜͝ͅM̴̛̛̛̭͉̩͇̱̱̱͍̋͊̊̅̓̉̋͂͆̐̾̽̈́͐́̓̍̎͆̓͆̉­̂̋̈́̌̌̈̍̊̅́̇̆̾̔̋͊̔̔̆̔̄͊͆͐̊͋̍͋̆͘͘̚͝͝͝͝ ̶̡̡̛̯̥̩̝̤̙̜͚͍̪͓̻̭́͗̊̔̊̈́̔͋̒̑́̉̎̈̔̈́̌́̔͗̈́͆̎̒͘̕̚͝D̵̨̨̨̨̛̘͎̙̼͕̮̟̜̙̮­̞̤̯̠͉̱̦̮͕̺̫̼͉̼̟͍͙̄̿̌͐̊̈́̆͌̃̊̄̓͂̂̍̇͗̃̑̏̓͑̅͊͒̐͐̓̿̓̓̉͒͗́́͛̂̃͂͐̃͊̆͊̔̏­̎̉͘̕͘͜͝͠͝͠͝͠ͅƠ̴̡̧̢̢̡̛̛̛̛̪̰̮͇̳̫̣̺̠̮̱͙̥̖̠̙͙͎͈̟̹͓̻̦̥̻̖̣̻͚̣̥͎̹̘̣̞̺͔̇̀­̈́̈͑̎̋́̌̄́̓̂̈̐̔͒̏͆̽́̔̎̋̆́̅̎̂͑̈̃͐̄͗̅̓͑̈́̆̒̎̈͂̈͑̂̚̚̕̚͜͝͝͝͠ͅŅ̴̨̛̛͚̣̼­̫̘͍̗͙̞̱͎̞̬̲͍̄̾̎͐́͛̅͂̈́̓͐̾̾́̓͗̌̽͛̌̐̈́̃͑̈́̇̉̊͒̆͂̉̅̀̕͜͠͝ͅÉ̶̡̨̛͉̞̻̥͉͙­̩͈̲̦̩̳͎̪̙̦̙̯̗̯̫͕͖̜͓̭̹̠̆̒̎́̈́̇̇͛̊͒͋̓́͛̈́̑̉̌͒̇͛̑͂̂̉̽͛̐̊͆͐̒̔̏̎̄̀͒̒̇͂­͐̃̅̿̉̍͊̚̕̚͘̚͘͘͘͜͝͠͝͠




Į̶̢̭͎̫̠̫̗͚̤͙͉̖̝̘̗̲̥̪̰̺̹̬̱͍̤͇͚̤̣̟̩͔̻͕͎̮̞̀­̍́́̏̒̾̆͜’̵̢̡̛̛̛͈͙͔̰̟̦̲̩͖̮̮̮͉͉͙̬̤̱̭̳̹̝̟͕̩̰̖̥͚̰̦̭̣͙̞̗͔͇͈̓͌́͒͋̾̀̑̑̇̓­͌́̿̅̕͘͜͜ͅM̵̥̟̯͙͇̫̣̰̖̭̳͖̦̹͙̺̣͎̞̾̈̐͐͊͌̔̀̅̈́͌̃̎̊̍͊̉̓̑̂̓̋͗̇͌̈́̅̄̋̓̃͌̂­̽̓͗̑̑̀́͆̄͜͝ͅͅ ̷̢̡̛̭̪̻̼̗̦̹̖̙̲̰̮̗̫͓̞̜̘̆̂̈͌͆̈́̐̓͆̅̈͑̍̒̄͋̈́̓́̆͊̽̈́̚ͅD̸̖̥̼̍̇̑͐́̈́̇͗̓­̓̀̇̏̎͐͌͒̇̊̐͐͐͑̀̌̿̂͊̐͘͠͝͝͠͝Ò̷̢̡̫̘̻̱̞̩̮͓͇̪̹͙͙̭͖͚̬̰̦̻̗̺̱͇̙̩̘̯̎̽͗̉̊̈̓­̍͛͑͒̒̿͋̑̓̔̒̉̃͆͊̓̍̃̐͌̓͑̉̽͒̿̅͋̅͗͊̚̚͜͝͠͠͝ͅN̷̙̗̫͈̖͈̤̮͈͉̼͉̞͓̪̥̲̳̭͙̝̿̍͊­̋͑̽̐͋̒́̆̒̒̋͌̀̈́̊͋͗͌̑͑̏̉̽̅́͋̏̀̑͆͗̕̕͠͠ͅͅÉ̷̡̧̢̲͖͓̤̲̺͑̓̾̇̋̽̄͊̇̅̑̅̄̇͌͐­̍̓̄̽͑̈́̍̒̏̀̕̕̚͝͠͠͝




I̵̡̢̢̧̧̨̨̛̛̬̲̬̤̗̻̟̹̱͖̜̘̘̪͇̼̞͙͈̹̤̹̗͎̫̬̤͖̤̲͇­̺̟̫͓̫͉̰̙͕̱͚̪̻̣͈͍̖̞̪̰̮̤̊̆̃̐̓̃̔͋̾͛̈̍́̐̈́̆̇̅̉̉̐̂͊̀̂̈́̈̎̆́̐̃̂̾̑̈́̒̊̋͆­̓͋̾̄̽́̂̿͒̑̔́̄͆̒̀̌͂̌̎̊͛͑̀̄̉̋̈́̈́̋͐̑̏͒̌̌̽͗͊͊̒̑̈́̒͘͘̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅ’̴̳̜̘̻̀͆̆­̌̌̒̽͊͑̈́͒̓̈̓̔̈́͆̅̃̓̾̒̄̓̐̔̒̽̄͘͝͠͝Ṁ̷̛̛̛͍͇͛͊͒̐̏̉̉̏̾͌̇̓͐̆̎̓͊͊̈́̓̅̒͂̾̈­͒́̐̈́͑̊̎͒̓͊̓̈͑͆̒̈́͋̈͛̇̔͌̅̄̍̀̽͌͂̈́̏̉̌̔̽͗̅̾̂͘͘͘̕̕̕͘̚̕͠͝͠͠͝͝ ̸̨̡̡̡̢͙͖͖͍̣̦̣̩̯͍͍̣̞̰̞̮̤̼͍͓̞̱̬̜̩̠̦̤̅̅̒̋͗́̋̌͌͆̔̇̍̂͒̿́̆̀̂͛͊͋͊͌͆́̋͛̍͑­̍͂̽̍̉̃͗͛̍̈́̑̆̒̈́́̾͗̒̃̈̿͌̕̕͠͝͠͠Ḑ̵̧̨̧̡̡̢̛͖̣̤̥̣̖̻̬̳͚̣̦̥̜͍̹̯͔̻̼͇̩̦̘̭̖­̩̠̺͕̲͍̲͉͔̩̩̞̖̩̪̙̣̤́̎̈́̒̃̆͒̃͒̈́́͗̈́̓̆̃̾̒̋̍̒͌̈́̋̋͊̎̌̈́̿̎̈̌̊͑̊̓̏̏͛͊̍­̉̄̈́̈̓̋̋́̄͆̈́͐͂̂̈́͆̽̏͆̍̾͐̃̈̋̎͋̃͆̋̿͌̇́̐̇̈͒͆̈́͑̔̐͋̾͂͛̔̚̕̚̕̚̕̕̕̕͜͜͜͝­͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅŐ̴̢̢̡̡̨͉͇͍̖̬̘̬̖̞̦̱͉͍̫̩͖̤̜̼̪͕̩̰̲͔̣̣̠̟̥͖̝̱̜͖̜͇̭̮̦̝̺̙̳̜̦̣̰̳­̱̖̜̲̙͙͚̺̯͙̗̲̫̄̌͋̀̓͝ͅṆ̸̡̨̻̩̪̱̬̽́̚ͅẸ̶̡̨̧̡̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͇̱͎̹̳͕̥̟̗̲̻̣͎͔̥̺­̳̝̺̩͎̰̠̲̣̮̪̤̞͖͙̙̦̝͍̪̬̗̺͇̬̻͖̳͈̹͈̹̖̦̠̺͇̟̰̾̿̉̅͌͂̑̓̒̃̏̄̄̉̇̿̈́̈́̌͂́͛̉̂­̏̉̆̓̔̂̅̾̏͛̍̄̑̈́̈́̈̂͌͑̈́͒̎́̂̂̑͗̂̂̔̇͌̏͂̅̈̿͛́̂̂̃̅̑́̊́̍̈́́̚̚͜͝͝ͅ

Į̵̢­̨̛͇͙͈̰̝̣̱͙͓̝͖̻̝̺͎͍̞̠̭͓̺͇͖̺̝̺̣͍̯͕̼͕̖̙͈̜͔̯̻͕̞͂̏̄̑̓̓̿̑̌̓̔̏̅͌͛̍̓̈̐̍̈́­͐͆̐͋͗̿̎̀̌̾͋̈́̇̾̒̀͊̿̐̀̊̈́͘̕̚̚̕͠͝’̴̧̨̛̘̳̰̗͎̮̩̙̥̬͚̦̹̖̜͉͚͈̯͎̲̟̳̰̣͔̦͍̭­͖͙̺̯͈̗̭̳̮̗̥͍͔̣͒̔͌̆͛͜͜ͅͅM̶̛̙̭̞̞̋̓͐̌̾͒̅̉̀̐̑͆̋̃́̇̃̄͋̀̓̌̆͐͑̋̇̋̅͂̉͑̀͛́­̽͂̐̃̐̆̈́͋̿͒͂͑͘̚̚̚͘̕͠͠ ̴̢̛̤̹͔̳̜̏̃͋̎̓̎̇̀̾̕Ḍ̵̛̛̳̪̃̏̽̾̈́͆̈́̊̆̏̂͂̔̑͛̽͛̒̑͆́͛̀̔̀̔̋̋̒̋͋̀͋̅̀̿̂̽͊­͂̋̃̆̌̽̉̒̿́̉͊̈́̚̕͘̕͘͠͠͠͝͠͝O̷̢̧̧̨̢̨̲̣̰͚̩̳̮͈̣̜̺̗̭̦̝̯͙̱̙̜̣̣̻͎̤͉̰̬̦̐̒̽­̈́͑̑̍̃͌̀̒͆̐̾̈̊̅̉̓̉̋̇̌̄͐́͂͗̇̑̿̂̈̓͘͝͝͝Ń̵̛̛͈̼̮͙͎̪̼̙̆͋͋̅̉͊̄̀̈́̍́͂̓̊̂̐­̐͋̏̋͂̈́̓̍́̆̋̇͛̉̓̉̓͂̋̊͊̈́̑̑̈́̈̓̉̓͛̕̕̕͝͝͝͠Ë̴̡̡̢̢̢̨̯͍̰̪͕͇̠̻̖͕̮͖̻̣̭̤͈­̰̩̞̼͓̤̱͚͚̺̙͙͚́̓̓̃͊͜ͅͅ

I̵̡̢̢̧̧̨̨̛̛̬̲̬̤̗̻̟̹̱͖̜̘̘̪͇̼̞͙͈̹̤̹̗͎̫̬̤͖̤̲͇­̺̟̫͓̫͉̰̙͕̱͚̪̻̣͈͍̖̞̪̰̮̤̊̆̃̐̓̃̔͋̾͛̈̍́̐̈́̆̇̅̉̉̐̂͊̀̂̈́̈̎̆́̐̃̂̾̑̈́̒̊̋͆­̓͋̾̄̽́̂̿͒̑̔́̄͆̒̀̌͂̌̎̊͛͑̀̄̉̋̈́̈́̋͐̑̏͒̌̌̽͗͊͊̒̑̈́̒͘͘̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅ’̴̳̜̘̻̀͆̆­̌̌̒̽͊͑̈́͒̓̈̓̔̈́͆̅̃̓̾̒̄̓̐̔̒̽̄͘͝͠͝Ṁ̷̛̛̛͍͇͛͊͒̐̏̉̉̏̾͌̇̓͐̆̎̓͊͊̈́̓̅̒͂̾̈­͒́̐̈́͑̊̎͒̓͊̓̈͑͆̒̈́͋̈͛̇̔͌̅̄̍̀̽͌͂̈́̏̉̌̔̽͗̅̾̂͘͘͘̕̕̕͘̚̕͠͝͠͠͝͝ ̸̨̡̡̡̢͙͖͖͍̣̦̣̩̯͍͍̣̞̰̞̮̤̼͍͓̞̱̬̜̩̠̦̤̅̅̒̋͗́̋̌͌͆̔̇̍̂͒̿́̆̀̂͛͊͋͊͌͆́̋͛̍͑­̍͂̽̍̉̃͗͛̍̈́̑̆̒̈́́̾͗̒̃̈̿͌̕̕͠͝͠͠Ḑ̵̧̨̧̡̡̢̛͖̣̤̥̣̖̻̬̳͚̣̦̥̜͍̹̯͔̻̼͇̩̦̘̭̖­̩̠̺͕̲͍̲͉͔̩̩̞̖̩̪̙̣̤́̎̈́̒̃̆͒̃͒̈́́͗̈́̓̆̃̾̒̋̍̒͌̈́̋̋͊̎̌̈́̿̎̈̌̊͑̊̓̏̏͛͊̍­̉̄̈́̈̓̋̋́̄͆̈́͐͂̂̈́͆̽̏͆̍̾͐̃̈̋̎͋̃͆̋̿͌̇́̐̇̈͒͆̈́͑̔̐͋̾͂͛̔̚̕̚̕̚̕̕̕̕͜͜͜͝­͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅŐ̴̢̢̡̡̨͉͇͍̖̬̘̬̖̞̦̱͉͍̫̩͖̤̜̼̪͕̩̰̲͔̣̣̠̟̥͖̝̱̜͖̜͇̭̮̦̝̺̙̳̜̦̣̰̳­̱̖̜̲̙͙͚̺̯͙̗̲̫̄̌͋̀̓͝ͅṆ̸̡̨̻̩̪̱̬̽́̚ͅẸ̶̡̨̧̡̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͇̱͎̹̳͕̥̟̗̲̻̣͎͔̥̺­̳̝̺̩͎̰̠̲̣̮̪̤̞͖͙̙̦̝͍̪̬̗̺͇̬̻͖̳͈̹͈̹̖̦̠̺͇̟̰̾̿̉̅͌͂̑̓̒̃̏̄̄̉̇̿̈́̈́̌͂́͛̉̂­̏̉̆̓̔̂̅̾̏͛̍̄̑̈́̈́̈̂͌͑̈́͒̎́̂̂̑͗̂̂̔̇͌̏͂̅̈̿͛́̂̂̃̅̑́̊́̍̈́́̚̚͜͝͝ͅ




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Abba, be my peace
When lucidity becomes
My arch enemy