Sound Pain

Beyond the decibel shattering
Mouth unconscious tattering 
Trials my cochlea to tribulation
Raining fire and acidification

Sorrow hangs on every breath
Tongue to roof makes poppy meth
Scars arise on neutron clouds
Misty blindness fearful crowds

While the many have been framed
One is heavy sound untamed
Grated chalk with slated edge
Dragged by body over hedge

Voice the pain and fall to well
Choice remain decided shell
Curled too tight and can't escape
Play it not on torture tape

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