29 September 2012
The faint sirens sounding,
The screech of wheels hits,
All connected to the phone ring,
Which tears me to tiny bits,
I can't control my distress,
The depression, the anger,
And my big lack of rest,
The noise, it pounds through,
And the light, oh it blinds,
I don't know what to do,
As it sizzles my mind.
Crescendo • Opuss № I