music and it's echoes.

i heard a noise the sound of the gods rushing in through the limits of man's comprehension and washing over the walls and borders of man's perceptions a steady constant hum to eat at the very edges of a person's sanity this is what we listen for when there is nothing left to define as sound or fury this is the noise that we hear when everything else has been stripped away a single throb to drown out everything we know and understand as noise as sound our limits have been tested those tests have been failed all that we know has been disproven or discarded as irrelevant madness stalks the fields in which we have laboured to grow our notions and our ideas that drone will be what drives down the defenses and breaks you this noise will break you sound beyond our limits that is how one defines the noise of the gods.
a tribal sound to pound away and break down the walls that line your skull
there is no drug like introspective journey.
there is no chemical that can truly replicate spiritual and mental growth.
there is no sound like this sound.
eventually the madness that is noise will infect you to the point of complete mental corrosion and everything you know and hear will be tainted with this noise and everything you understand will have a sound attached that you cannot ignore like the world itself has a pulse and a rhythm and a beat and a tune.
I am addicted to noise because I am terrified of silence.
I am terrified of silence.
I am terrified of silence.
Please fill the void that threatens to concave my mind and send me spiralling into the hideous darkness that lurks within.
i am afraid of the noise that is absence
the sound that is no sound.
all noise wears a mask of madness to hide the insanity that is silence.
I am terrified of silence.

May the gods grant me an eternity of noise.