I don't think I can unearthed,
the sound of silence,
amidst these heavy sigh,
in my loquacious mind,
where thousands anxious neurons
chase each other,
like a hound chasing marked souls.
Their whoosing sounds,
crashing my high-rises head,
like bell in Tower.
I can see the beast
waking up from its slumber,
more deeper than Aurora,
and there is no curse left to,
lull it back to sleep.
Now I can remember my infinite
where I lost volumes of happiness
to dendrites spinning web of obsession,
reverberating like an empty vessel.
Although these tussles warms my heart,
but not in butterflies way,
more like a ocean milking lava.
One would think that a conditioned mind,
can forgo these compelling obsessions,
and gain a shred of resilience,
Perhaps characteristics manipulation,
against these dastardly thoughts, or
prominent fears of abandonment.
Perhaps August rainfall,
may soak these relentless thoughts
but August just left, a night before,
and I cannot wait for autumn
and, it's dead brown leaves,
to enraptured these fickle voices in my mind.
So I decided to chained them with toxic chemicals,
drag and pull them into my personal prison,
where I can control what I want to hear,
perhaps than these fickle voices goes away.
But do these thoughts really
goes away ?
or do they just lost in abyss,
trapped in toxic ecstasy,
waiting for one romantic pull
to crumbled the castle of peace
and suddenly everything
fade back into nothingness.