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The Noise Inside My Head
Dinonymous

I sat on the cold ground, as I embrace my shivering knees
I closed my deep eyes, longing for long lost mind's peace
My lungs was in trouble, as it drowns in chaotic thoughts
My mind was in turmoil, ruined by the storm it sought

Open palm on the water, in the middle of a vortex
A whirl of endless supposes, I was utterly perplexed
The current is fatal, and I was drastically drifted,
Spiraling, petered out, dizzy and exhausted

I need a help, but silent screams won't work anymore
And the calm ruckus were growing wilder than before
I am strong, but the ocean waves are far higher than me
And I can no longer fight for who and how I should be

So if someone navigated through this ocean where I drown,
I need no cryptic mouth to unchain me from where I bound
Genuine eyes, naked ears, and fruitful words, please do heed
Breathe me back to equanimity — that's what I really need!

Someone to sing me a siren's song to fill my thirsty ears
From the jail I have made, where bars are the fears
Whirlpool in ocean or forlone jail, whatever I call it,
Dreadful what's therein, the noise inside my head

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