Alone in this room I sit quietly and I type
Fours walls and a door and something isnt right
Complete silence surrounds me and my ears ring
A high pitched buzzing noise, I'm waiting for the sting.
The buzzing turns to humming as I listen to the sounds
A dull throbbing rhythm of silence is all around
Like tuning a guitar you can tell when its good
The vibrations slow, coinciding as they should
Tell me what this silent pulsating is
Monotonous assault on my senses
Making me listen even harder
Thinking maybe I am a martyr
Sacrificing myself for the good of the insolent many
I've questioned the reasons but really dont want any
Why must I suffer when so many others prosper?
Was I too hard on someone? I should have been softer.
The pounding in my head keeps questions coming
No answers are given but my thoughts are stunning
I realize that I dont need to find the answers
The answers dont exist, I cant cure my cancer
Hypochondriasis of the soul is my illness you see
Always trying to find what will make me happy
But I'm happy already and I can tell you why
I've found a woman that wants to be by my side.
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