Time to blam jast this up in here.
No more sounds
only noise
Noses to mute the voices
The voices that make you feel bad
either because it's a lie
or it's true
I write this as I sit utop this black sky morning wondering,
"Is there a way to make the voices of pain go away."
As I type these words, I remember the incoherent noise that which is the endless buzz of emotionless music
But as I listen to the noise
I hear the emotion I once felt in a rymthic pattern of happy and clank
Clank
Bomb
Crass
Thud
Love
Tick
Bang
And now I remember the pain I once felt
But as a past
Not the now
the now is brighter than the yester
That yester which I may miss but I go on
Because we must be strong to move on from the past
listen to the noise of music and forget the pain that once hurt
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 5:44 AM UTC
Time to blam jast this up in here.
No more sounds
only noise
Noses to mute the voices
The voices that make you feel bad
either because it's a lie
or it's true
I write this as I sit utop this black sky morning wondering,
"Is there a way to make the voices of pain go away."
As I type these words, I remember the incoherent noise that which is the endless buzz of emotionless music
But as I listen to the noise
I hear the emotion I once felt in a rymthic pattern of happy and clank
Clank
Bomb
Crass
Thud
Love
Tick
Bang
And now I remember the pain I once felt
But as a past
Not the now
the now is brighter than the yester
That yester which I may miss but I go on
Because we must be strong to move on from the past
listen to the noise of music and forget the pain that once hurt
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