A sound fills my head, syncopated, staccato
I hear it often, never know exactly what it is
It appears out of no where and simply fizzles out
Here again gone now here again gone now here again
Gone again and now its a different noise one of shrill tones
Piercing my skull, sinking into my gray matter, penetrating my brain stem
Coursing slowly down my spine, bouncing through out the chamber of my heart
I exhale it through my lungs only to come back again
Here again gone now here again gone now here again gone now
It rattles around my bones making me feel like an ancient xylophone
It comes again and again only to slowly fizzle out
A sound fills my head, syncopated , staccato

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