It's very loud
The music playing
Will fill holes in my head
I don't know how
I've gotten here
But the sounds will show the way
The volume's real loud
I can't hear the outside
It's louder now
I'll isolate from the world
The music's stopped
And it's real hard
To keep a steady step
It's silent now
But new sounds start to
Grow inside my head
They're real loud
All the voices falling
They walk
Through me
I want to keep the volume in my ears
So they can drown them out
I'm not sure if I need to hear them
Or if they're just breaking me
They keep speaking
The sounds I try to ignore
They get louder in volume
But I don't want it anymore
What's to expect
From the people that I fear
The growing volume in my head
Stops myself from drawing near
Arcade screens, flashing lights
Should I stand by you and play
Avoid the volume of my head
Play all the noisy sounds away
Don't want to bother
Or stand beside too long
But the volume is too loud to hear
And I hope that I'm not wrong
I'll drown them out
Steady my own breath
I'll sit in the moment
Clearing out my own head
I'll breathe
I'll breathe in the volume
That they play
But not that they speak
I'll breathe in the volume
The lights on the arcade screens
Bring me back to life
And I'll breathe in the moment that I see myself in
YOU ARE READING
Ceiling Strings
PoetryAn album of poems that are about things on my mind I guess 'Can you feel the ceiling strings Moving down where they're reaching For the phone to show themselves some more'
