I am swallowing the silence,
Absence of sound is killing me,
Just a wall in front,
With few imprints on it.

Unleashed long ago,
Voices inside myself,
Still dancing and chuckling
Fostering my own hell,

Consolation is far away,
Time is ticking away
Time is ticking away
But time heals NOTHING

But every evil
Brings its own remedy,
My remedy is
BANG.

 
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