Mar 2015
Infectious,
It spreads.
The quiet becomes deafening.
What once was peace
Becomes paranoia,
And though I am exhausted,
My eyelids heavy -
The quiet disturbs my peace.
It spreads.
The quiet becomes deafening.
What once was peace
Becomes paranoia,
And though I am exhausted,
My eyelids heavy -
The quiet disturbs my peace.
