it's quiet in my house,
so all I can hear
is the sound of my heart
in my neck and my ears.
the thoughts in my head
never once interfere
with the soft fuzzy silence
that's all I can hear.
it's hard to imagine,
but a thought I hold dear,
that the things that I love won't
just disappear.
the thoughts in my head, well,
they'll always be here.
in the quiet I'll suffer,
in the darkness I'll leer
at the blank empty space
that's so far and so near
as I sit and I wonder
what it sounds like to fear
and wait for the day
that the answer is clear.
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