by Alex Lewis
What's that noise?
What is it? What is it?
I know what the noise is.
I know, do you?
You hear it for your whole life.
You're never without it.
Every breathing, every living day...
...you can hear it.
When it stops, you won't like it.
When it stops, you won't know it.
Does the noise annoy? Does it make you cringe?
Do you want it to stop? I advise it not!
The noise will never stop until it is too late.
STOP! STOP! STOP!
The noise has finally stopped.
To the ground, your body has dropped.
Say hello to Death for me
For the noise has set you free.
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