Deep within the house I huddle,
Every sound from outside muddled,
I block the sound as best I can
As I am what remains of man.
I stay in here, forever poised
Against the coming of the Noise.
However deep in here I hide
I hear it echoing outside.
I think back on the bygone days
And think back on when I was raised.
The world had still been real back then;
The men I knew had still been men.
A thought and object were distinct
Before the objects went extinct.
Reality was truth and fact
Before the Noise came and attacked.
The Noise stirred every emotion
And simultaneously none.
Its presence destroyed all we knew.
It left only simulacrums.
Time ceased to flow in a straight path.
Or any path, for that matter.
Space vanished; distance became moot.
Meaning, matter, drowned out by Noise.
I watched as all reality
Crumbled away to nothingness,
As all logic was nullified
And it had nothing left to rule.
I watched as maddened minds replaced
Reality with their own thoughts;
As opinions filled the new void,
And joined together with the Noise
So here I stay,
In one of the last real places.
Trapped within this house
And hoping that I won’t be found.
Suddenly, I hear a sound
I hear the door crumbling away
I hear pictures falling off the wall
In the face of the Noise
I panic and I dash
The minute I hear those voices upon voices
Tones of every pitch and sound
I can’t find any safety
I hide away but the noise finds me
The Noise follows me
And chases me
I run away
but there’s nowhere left to run to
I’m cornered
Here I am, trapped
Unable to escape the Noise
I’m losing myself
I’m slipping into this cacophony
Of joy and pain, and fear and safety
Chaos and order, good and bad
Beauty and ugliness
Life and death
All of these things at once assail me
And all of these things are drained from me
Overwhelming me like a crashing wave
Subsuming me like water into water
Into the madness
Into the void
Surrounded only by my thoughts
My imagination caging me
Because the only thing that’s left
The only thing that’s real is
The Noise
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