Y4week26 it's the noise that makes you nauseous

i wonder when i will ever post early again... (at least i got the excuse of my approaching exams... the 'abitur' ... well, say, like a-levels.... but i could be working harder for that, too....) anyways here goes something that took very long to get past the first few lines

it's the noise that makes you nauseous

the buzz of their ambition
makes you pluck your ears
but despite the soil inside your head
and a mind as empty as a wishing well
you still sense
the hum of near perfection
which always makes you choke
the drone of her disappointment
deals you another blow
and losing your footing you confess
“it's the noise that makes me nauseous”

and i must accept your thesis
as you refuse the movies
for the sound of bones which split
already moved into your day-to-day routine
like the rusty moan with which the planet spins
it makes you seasick and wanting to leave this ship

how often have you stared at where the stars used to be
and haven't you then wished for an end of this riot
yes, i heard you mumble “if the world would just go quiet”

to me “the noise of spreading debris” is barely audible
to you it's a fatal disease that will seal your defeat
you say it eats at you till there's nothing left to break the breeze

but this is no piano bench
where you may cradle keys and foolish dreams
this is where you chose to be
so listen up and you shall see
this noise is but a memory
of something long deceased

uh... feel a bit uneasy about this...
cheers,
bluenightangel