Silence.

  :bunkerzen: silence (v 3.0) by :bunkerzen:

Sometimes silence is the best friend. The problem is when silence is your only friend. On the vacuum that fills my mind, I try piling things in a desperate way to get some wheight... that or the winds of a pre-programmed routine for the next 3600 seconds take me to the infertile deserts hidden inside me. There they go, on the long tick of the clocks. And new ones soon arrive to give cover. In the anguish of a cure for the silence I hope for a shot, a shot of deafening noise. I put all my hope that this one, pityless, leave me deaf to the point I don't see just that havocked trenchs ahead, and dead enough to not get intoxicated with the morning mustard gas. I don't know its way. I don't know its frequency. That way I keep myself on the inertia of my own destiny, mutable at each grind of the gears of a bomb that doesn't stop taking blood to my thirsty ears for something harmonic. For now, noise, lots of noise to wash my soul and forget who I am, or who I was.