Wednesday, 11 September 2013

noise. poem

I hate your noise, it thunders against my skull

You wonder why I hate it here,

Why I hate the prison of these four walls

Shut up, just shut up

You’re hurting my head

If I have to stay living in this house

Well I’d rather be dead.

You drive out the little life that may be left here

You ruin the light in my mind

Shut up, shut up I can still hear your noise

The out of date music doesn't quite hide the sound

of the two of you shouting, as you drive me to the ground

I hate it here, I hate this house

I have overwhelming freedom every time I'm out



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