Play me a chord, the silence is too loud.
My eardrums are rattling, it hurts, I'm scared.
Give my mind something to latch onto, a small morsel of hope, a frequency.
So low it causes my bones to vibrate.
Give me music to save me.
All I can hear is the silence, and it's blasting.
The pain accompanies, but is overshadowed by sorrow and self-pity.
Save me from this blaring silence.
I cringe into the corner, fear taking over as the silence ensues.
My control is lost.
Won't you please play me some music?
Fuck you, I don't care if your voice is bad, you have the power to take me away from this hellish silence.
My ears ache.
Give me some sound so that I don't have to listen anymore.
My lungs feel tight, yet my fingernails continue to clench into the flesh of my palms.
Bring me into a crowd of people and I will smile.
I am anti-social, but their meaningless chatter fills my ears with a sense of security.
So bring me music.
bring me a crowd.
bring me a gun, shot next to my ear.
bring me a siren, whaling through a pair of headphones.
bring me a rock concert that leaves my ears ringing.
bring me a salvation from all of this silent sound so that I might catch a glimpse of safety.
