Noise Poem by Insignia Rose

Breathe softly,
My crimson dear,
Don't let these wicked,
tell you what to hear.

The world is a nice place,
full of butterflies and daisies.

Of course, their poison,
Is different to each who are treading.

Not that it matters,
the dunes of old,

It's like an overture,
of new and the bold.


What's that you hear?

Just a soft noise,
don't worry dear.

A hiss,
a cough,
an eerie echo;

The sands of life,
trickle and slither, so like a gecko.

Slimy and slow,
changing and fast.

Crawling up your spine,
leaving traces of ash.

The cold slipperiness,
emboldens this resolve,

And the wall,
comes crumbling to fall.

Oh my.

What do you hear now?

Oops.



You can't hear anymore, can you?