When a stereo bellows an unearthly cry
All hands and all fingertips to the ears do fly
And protect the weak skin that is saving the pain
Of a noise so loud that it crunches the brain
But soon it has passed and no more must we fear
No more booming noises are there for us to hear
But this my dear friend, is terror only begun
From the sound of silence, many have run
But it is one of those cases where there is nowhere to hide
Neither dam nor ditch can protect you inside
From the penetrating shriek that will fill up your mind
You could scream to yourself but it would not subside
You start out alone in a place quite remote
You sit there just thinking, so much time you devote
To just being by your self in that room, just waiting
For anything to happen, it gets so frustrating
You sit there, legs crossed trying to turn back time
To the moments you were happy, oh how it was sublime
When your brother pulled you over, and tackled you down
The ground was hard but the memories bound
Like the smile on your face that once tickled your ears
And now you sit here, your face blotched with tears
You sob, dry in the silence, which is when all must commence
the sound picks up speed, like a film and suspense
It starts out as nothing, just a ring in your conscious
You shake your heard clear, but the sound picks up, monstrous
It slices through your thoughts like a needle made of glass
It skewers at your sanity, prodding the last
But the bells become immense, not booming, bit high
It’s piercing, and excruciating but nothing you can espy
Because “It does not exist” you hiss at the door
But with teeth clenched, sweat cold, you can’t be sure
That these immortal thoughts cannot harm a soul
Because you’re here after all, you couldn’t control
What you thought was so useless. The sound takes over
Fingers curl and pick at the asylum’s enclosure
Ears block to the point when you can hear nothing else
You’re trapped in your thoughts, all alone, by yourself
And you cannot scream because they are used to that here
Nothing you yell will save you, my dear
It sticks to your brain encrusting itself deep
Until the shrill ringing will follow you everywhere, even when you sleep
Does the shadow continue to cherry pick at your life
“Just play me some music or bring me a knife!”
You howl at the door when you hear someone walk by
And you wish for a life that for sleep it’s not obligatory cry
And the people outside, they gasp at loud planes
While our friend inside is going insane.
Silence
Lara Breckon