2011/09/01

Disconnect - 2011/09/01

It is the static in his head
Simply a cacophony of voices
Each demanding the attention
Better spent on many choices
It is the speaker so mounted
That it will not be silenced
Except through extreme means
Of mad sabotage and violence

He tore a cord from the wall
Only to hear laughters reply
For their reach was extended
By batteries that do not die
His fist shattered the glass
Creating quite a bloody mess
Even as it was communication
Which so caused his distress

What manner of torture is it
Ethereal voices which follow
Plaguing us for every moment
Every dawn harder to swallow
Where hides treasured solace
In which a silence permeates
So he can be rid of stalkers
And the insanity they create

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