is nowhere.
could I just fade away there?
I have trouble sleeping
enduring the relentless noise.
my life is a continuous ear-whipping
seems like stillness is never to be a tangible choice.
nowhere to go
the uproar keep follow,
my feeble nerves
are wrecking me hollow.
bad karma is a bitch
always placing my in circumstances of
extremely high pitch.
someday I shall have my peace
hearing only the clouds cracking,
escaping into unadulterated hushed bliss.
deviant..
