The noise is deafening
It swarms about
Like trapped minnows in a bowl
Feeding on growing insanity [a parisite]
Hands hold a head
Trying to block out
The swarm of angry wasps
Growing louder
With each beating second of butterfly wings
A scream joins the chorus
Cutting through the salty waves of sound
With thick ridged ice
Leaving silence in its wake
Almost as boisterous as the beginning had been
Screams sound again [more clearly]
peircing the reality
Pulling to the shadows to watch
The screams echo over
In the mind
A battelfeild of claustrophobia
Pulling out hair [with insanity]
Screaming in the silence
For something thats not so loud