A Dreadful Noise

Imagine a void. Forever silent. Then you add a sound. Insanity would soon follow.

As I walk this road,
Forever alone,

I try to make sense,
Of these often tones,

What is this I hear,
It is burning deep within my ear,

For these sounds are now beating,
With the sound of a drum,

My world is now filled,
With "thrum, thrum, thrum",

It is this sound,
In pairs of twos,

That scares me so,
In a world of no cues,

Where there is nothing,
Not even a breeze,

So why is it I hear,
The noise of the machine,

I met a girl,
A pretty young lass,

It is quite strange,
She was holding a bass,

The noise began,
The dreadful sound,

But this girl helped me,
She helped me to found,

That this noise was a heart,
One I have never had,

For I've always been,
A dead young lad,

You are in love she said,
A moment too soon,

As my world caved in,
When I asked "I am speaking to whom?",

Ashley she said,
As quick as the beat,

Now I could only hear,
The sound of my feet,

As I began to run,
I know not where,

I ran simply because,
I was scared,

For this girl was the one,
Ashley is her name,

She is the one I love,
It is not just a game,

I do love this girl,
With all of my heart,

So why is my world,
Often torn apart,

I then start to realize,
She does not exist,

Neither do I,
Nor does the fish,

I am a ghost,
So alone and afraid,

Walking inside my broken soul,
Till the end of days.

Author's Note

Please take a moment to fully understand these words. I do not simply write them. Every word is well thought over.