Generation 2 Airpods

I try to drown them out, wearing my generation 2 Airpods. All through the night I hear them shout, the starless night turns to a cloudless dawn. I can hear them through the walls. My mental health exists no more, as though it was never there in the first place. The clock of death starts ticking the moment you're born, people want it to slow down but all I want is to race, towards the bright gates of heaven or the fiery pits of hell. From reality my mind is torn. My sanity is like finding a coin in a well. After searching endlessly, you realise the coin may never be located. You might regret spending your time carelessly, but perhaps this is all fated. You were meant to go through living hell, to discover yourself once more. For happiness is a thirst we must quell, but life is an ocean and we must reach ashore.