The Call of Loss

Sound come rolling at me from where? Its almost identifiable, grabbing at my life force, trying to stir me from what? Logic dictates I'm the only one who can know, but no matter how hard I rip into my skull I recall nothing, its been purged, wiped from the blackboard. I grab at these surreal noises locking my claws deep into nothingness, so elusive and antagonizing they are, as if something's tapping me on the shoulder that's not there, Choir like sounds smacking me in the ears causing them to bleed, and fiend for more. I lope towards where I think their coming from, it must be silenced caressed, throttled, held, taken with me for it almost seems part of me lost or left behind. Is that why it feels familiar and yet unknown, like the true heart of me? Not knowing is the worst knowledge of all, like trying to chew a nice peice of meat with no teeth, so on I search, getting no closer, and constantly being teased by the melodic, sinister sounds just out of arms length.