I do not like the
quiet.
It taunts me as I
lay.
Laying silently,
Hoping the pain will
go away.
But no,
Silence doesn’t
help.
It only makes it
worse you see.
It sort of kills me
inside,
Because that’s where
it haunting me.
Do you hear the
ticking?
The ticking of the
clock?
Of course you don’t,
It only mocks me
And what’s inside my
heart.
So as you sit there
happily,
Reading your books
in peace,
I’ll stay here with
my unsound mind
And the malevolent being that lurks.
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