Hear the thud of a relentless beat.
Sick of hearing its droning repeat.
Like a hammer against my brain.
If it carries on much longer I might go insane.
Same shrilling voice reaches my ears.
Makes me wonder will I witness fears.
As mechanical voices replace organic.
That is when in sets my abject mountains of panic.
Turning up a volume that only distorts sound.
So intense it has become I feel it in the ground.
Rumbling foundations as if a quake has come.
Some might call me mean but this blurriness isn’t fun.
Rather listen than lose my hearing.
Quotes from a man who just wants to be sleeping.
But instead insomnia is gnawing at my periphery.
Converting patience into ill will.
If you don’t stop your blood I will spill.
With a dull razor and a mouth full of bile.
Name is menace better known as Kyle.
If you do not heed my actions will be war.
Do you really think you can resist my fist smashing your jaw.
Make take a couple but you’ll be out for the count.
Be sure of this promise unless you really wish to go a bout.
Backing down is a result that holds no surprise.
Rather be embarrassed then beaten alive.
Proves you do have smarts when they are needed most.
Because clearly you don’t wish to be turned to a ghost.
At last the air is still and I can now rest.
Put my nerve to the test but you were not the best.
That is why events favoured my way.
Otherwise you would have been buried today.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 