but for now i'll settle for the beautiful terror of noise.
for peace and quiet is the bidding of the old -
the ones with only absolute silence to live for,
who fear the vices of the youth
which make love as their bodies decay
they march with tranquillity,
deeper and deeper
into that strangely familiar place;
the void,
that hole we've been digging for oh so long
do I follow them?
why of course,
for the noise begins to disgust me -
these days my eyes prefer to be closed,
my mind my heart and my mouth as well.
but soon the silence begins to manifest,
the static fading further and further into the atmosphere -
it becomes apparent
i am at the end of my life and i have chosen this,
not some governor of the soul or depraved virus within.
the true terror lies within the silence,
the sound of the coldest of truths being revealed;
i listen carefully and
i stop marching in this pathetic parade and
i quiet the voices in my head
and i listen carefully
the noise is there;
it always will be
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