Nothingness. Emptiness. Silence. Noise.
All I hear is my own voice.
It's all a void, it's all so silent
And yet my thoughts remain so violent
Radio, movies, radio, me
I can't even watch TV
ALL I HEAR IS MY OWN VOICE
breaking through, making noise
It all goes in, nothing comes out
I just take in, never take out
Your love, your joy, I suck it all
I can't explain this thing at all
Senseless silence. Meaningless noise.
Screeching, screaming, all my own voice
Teaching me German, things I don't know
Giving me flowers of despair to grow
I look inside but I find nothing
I try to talk but I say nothing
Because even if I try there's only nothing
It's all just a deep black nothing
I seek, I search, I try to find
I try to speak what's on my mind
But don't ask me what, for I don't know
That's why I always go with the flow.
I want to break, I wish to smash
If only I had a wad of cash
I wish it would all come down in a crash
Why are my impulses all so rash?
Nothingness. Emptiness. Silence. Noise.
All I hear is my own voice.
It's all a void, it's all so silent
It's too loud, this deafening silence
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
ŞiirThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...
