The Noise Inside My Head - Assemblage 23

It’s 3AM

And I am laying wide-awake

And I can’t sleep for the noise inside my head

The world vibrating

With a cruel cacophony

Flooded with the thoughts my mind has bled

The restless furor

Of a thousand racing thoughts

Swarms around me like a vulture circles prey

In the darkness

No one else can hear a sound

But I am deafened by this ceaseless disarray

I could scream myself to sleep

If it would shatter the illusion

But I can’t give in to this

It’s the noise that makes me human

Waking life

Like a movie on a screen

Running backwards as the film starts to unthread

A wall of violence

Bounding forward through the peace

With no regard for what might lie ahead

An infestation

Of arbitrary thought

Washes over me in paralyzing waves

My defenses

Battered by the driving storm

Isolated — waiting to be saved

I could scream myself to sleep

If it would shatter the illusion

But I can’t give in to this

It’s the noise that makes me human

It’s much too late

And I am slowly losing ground

A prisoner to the noise inside my head

Disconnected

I am trapped within myself

Held captive by a tide that never ebbs

I could scream myself to sleep

If it would shatter the illusion

But I can’t give in to this

It’s the noise that makes me human