Noise

White noise lulls me softly to sleep
Oscillating fan and humming AC
refrigerator and wall clock ticking
Barely heard voices a left on TV

All of these things off me slowly with each beat
Each tick of the clock a metronome counting
Every set of, white noise sound waves
Deposits sand on the shore of my brain

they build a barrier up grain by grain
Desensitizing from birth to the grave
My little luxuries become the weight
Holding my foolish head under the waves

One grain standing individually
Would blow away at the first wind seen
Together they are a pile of debris
But I cant let it block what I should be seeing

Its just noise

Black noise wakes me up abruptly
Consciousness in a world so confusing
Comforting as the warmth may seem
I cant pull the covers and go back to sleep I’ll be

Smothered by my comforter
Suffocated by my pillow case
Gagged by my sheets, bound at the feet
Mummified in my own bedding

No this isn’t bondage it’s a sort of suicide
Cause if I continue sleeping then I’m dead where I lye
So this is my homage to the ones who’re still alive
Choosing the noise is embrasing the lie

its just noise




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