Silentivum

Inane expulsions of self-indulgence filling the air
As though we don’t already hear more than enough Binaural attentive, clammer projecture
Silentium!

I’m swallowed in noise pollution
Projections of daft drivel drives me deeper into absolution
I’ve become cognizantly dead
When all to speak is spoken until there is nothing to be said

Fraught expulsions of self-indulgence, filling the air!

Masticated, voracious torrent of thunderous sound All incessant, seeking refuge from cacophony
Digesting excess speeches to a point of neurosis Platforms of ingrate, psychotic nonsense
As I’m being swallowed into pools of resonance Binaurally neglected, please someone end this!

When all to speak is spoken until there’s nothing left to be said
Constant waves of false platitudinous rhetoric until death

I wish to go my own way
Free from the noise of the overzealously insane
Constant waves of hell in the form of sempiternal sound!

Stop-and-Go Verse
And as though we don’t already hear more than enough of this nonsense
They’ve spoken and taken us prisoner within our cognizance

Masticated, voracious torrent of thunderous sound All incessant, seeking refuge of silentium!
Silentium

Inane expulsions of self-indulgence filling the air
Conciliate, Silentium!