Inaudible
So take apart what's left of me.
The silence here is deafening.
The grand scheme is scheming.
Lucid quiet, wide awake and screaming!
And here alone am I,
Clock tick tocking by...
More to pick apart than flesh.
Like it's louder than what's in my head.
When I listen, does it listen back?
It sounds as loud as the noise it lacks.
Quiet, quiet, extensive rot.
Inaudible, I HEAR WHAT'S NOT!
This unpleasant isolation...
Alone myself, solitude's vibration.
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