The constant noise,
the sound of everything noisy,
the cacophony of every,
sound of every sound ever employed,
oh, the constant noise,
and the ear splitting shrills of high-pitched whines,
and shouts,
and a buzzing in the ear,
that does not sound like humankind,
and something constantly talking incessantly,
something mentally disturbed,
something crazy,
something born out of madness,
and the sound of monkeys calling out loud in the jungle,
and the sound of insects buzzing around,
something determined to drive you out of your mind,
a collection of the sounds of so many things,
sounds from everywhere,
from indeterminable things,
who do seem not right in the head,
something I wish would be quiet,
something,
a thing, perturbed, something of a din,
something, seemingly manic things that I cannot place,
something in dreams,
something in dreams that disturbs me in my sleep,
something vibrating me upon the sofa where I sleep,
something in my brain,
something driving me insane,
something in the darkness of my eyes,
something and many things,
that come out of nowhere,
with great surprise,
something,
something whispering,
something talking out loud to me,
whilst disturbing the rhythms of my mind,
something disturbing me,
something of a mystery that lives within my dream,
something irritating my eardrums whilst I try to sleep,
and loud sounds disturbing my privacy,
something of nothing,
something in a dream,
something stuck in somewhere pitched black,
as I try to escape,
whilst worrying about my sanity,
something strange,
something mean, in some goddamn awful dream,
somewhere in the darkness behind my eyelids,
some inescapable noises disturbing me,
and the only escape,
waking from a dream, a surreal dream,
a dream as surreal as can be,
an audio bombacity, upon my mentality,
certainly, not normal to me,
something of which,
something of which when I awake,
I am glad to be free.
