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by OverlookedTruth Jun 20, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Save me from the Noise The Yells, the Screams, the Torment I’m not asking for your toys A shield of noise is all I want to rent When I slip them on All I hear is Music it sounds like the sweet sound of dawn No parents, siblings, no one- not even the critic These headphones are my barriers Between serenity, and reality For now, I want the music to be my carriers To escape this world, and retain my sanity I’m Free from your hold I've left your bittersweet reality I’m off to where is isn’t cold Where life, has become a distant memory…