Sounds creeping and crawling through my ears,
as my soul trickles down like tears.
Is it a hum? Is it a whisper?
or is it just my fragile mind,
popping like a big fucking blister?
I hear it, I listen to it, I know it’s there,
but at the same time,
it can be anywhere.
Maybe it’s a mosquito,
buzzing in my head.
It stings my brain and leaves me dead.
All I know is,
the sounds and whispers are alive and alright,
but I’ll sure be glad
if they fade into the night.