What’s this sound is killing me It does not let me to think for hours and hours Again I should shed tears to be calmed Keeping eyes half opened to see the world blurred And so closed to be swallowed by tears Entwined with sorrow that has masked night that Casted its shadows gently and horribly I am telling myself When I can be strong To stop the sound that is killing me Building me a prison Making a bed to die in Shrouding me with this sound The sound of agony Dying down in what I am in In why I live on In where I suffer from Again run my fingers through my hair Look down to feel the sore in my throat Screaming inaudibly for moments and moments For no person...for nothingness For the sound is killing me again and again