Trampling trumpeting on my virgin ears
Rearing, tearing, tampering with my pure eardrums
Overloading,overflowing a pool of noise
With echoing voices
Boastingl screening stretching the vacuum of my ears
Belittling my sensitive sense of sound
Drowning, downing it in a sorrowful choir of a song
Squashing, crashing mashing away the sweet music that my ears are fond to
Paradise crippled by the overplayed playing nagging song
Shipwrecked wretched by the replaying relapsing host of quarrels
Quenched by the continuous courteous fights
Flirting dangerously with the victimised ears
Will they end?
Will they stop?
Will they collapse?
Will thy rejuvenate?
Deafening deaf dead ears
Repeatedly burdened with a repetitious sound
Seeking searching for a place to hide
My precious ears out of reach
Terrified by the terror of the rampant sound
Reaching out for greener pastures of earbuds on a dry arid land
Hindered by the tedious sound
Leaving my ears on their knees
Begging mercifully for mercy with teary red eyes
Sound tormenting tantalizing every sight of sleep
Recurring every minute after being laid to rest
Rest in peace sleep
Good morning ,good afternoon and evening to insomnia
Preceded by a fierce fire breeze of noise
Consuming devouring all the pieces of peace
Blistering blisters on my peaceful head
Craking p tension in the sculpt of my thoughts
Leaving a harmorage caused by
The poisonous sound
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