I overload my senses with noise of every kind
I keep the volume high as not to hear myself sigh
I stare at imagery intensely, trying not to cease my sight
I wrap my body in caresses from whoever’s by my side
Because I cannot suffer the alternative
The disorienting silence in my mind
Devoid of music, brush or light of any kind
With only demons lurking in the shadows
Whispering from a distant site
Inching ever closer
Every time I close my eyes
- vktr
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