The sound is uncontrollable,
it bangs, it knocks, the side of my head,
it rolls and rocks, my face turns red,
with anger, I burst, it burns.
The door was closed, I cursed,
isolated yet easily approached,
it searches me, I feel hunted,
I feel poached.
I yell, I scream, it's all the same,
from inside, it's different,
it's not getting anywhere, I hurt,
my cries were never heard.
I wash away the dirt, build up
after days of focus, my dreams, they mention
attending a funeral for my attention.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
The sound is uncontrollable,
it bangs, it knocks, the side of my head,
it rolls and rocks, my face turns red,
with anger, I burst, it burns.
The door was closed, I cursed,
isolated yet easily approached,
it searches me, I feel hunted,
I feel poached.
I yell, I scream, it's all the same,
from inside, it's different,
it's not getting anywhere, I hurt,
my cries were never heard.
I wash away the dirt, build up
after days of focus, my dreams, they mention
attending a funeral for my attention.
It's a working title.
