Music

The sound, is what it is, 

it`s what always kept me here.

It`s what`s keeping me rooted to the ground,

It`s why I continue to live.

The sound is there because I`m afriad.

I`m afriad of the silence,

and what it brings,

It brings the awful thoughts of reality.

The sound is there as a sheild.

A sheild that silence tears down, 

a sheild that covers reality. 

A reality that I`m not ready for. 

The sound, the music,

it`s all I need, 

all I want, 

all I ever really had.