Sound of the Sonic

I can hear it now Slowly at first, but it gets louder by the second A screaming rush in the distance Like a vacuum in my head has been sprung open And all the winds of the world Fly into my skull with malice intent You see summer morning’s scorn And hate the sheer exuberance That one is to feel As if summer is some hateful savage or beast, Curled up in the corner Luring you in with its beauty Ready to strike Twist, scream, black-out, and die. “But oh is this true?” “Or some elaborate laugh?” “I plea with you kind sir, Whisper the secret sounds you know” Come near and I’ll mouth four words in your ear It’s the Sound of the Sonic That you’re craving to hear Am I true? Am I false? Is what you really want to know? But that depends, my friend On how much you’re willing to learn About yourself. I will not elaborate for I would leave you for dumb What man can understand all the faults that he has done? Or where his road branches and splits like a tree Stretch outward and skywards to her canopy For you took the wrong path hence why I have been sent Alas you and I are but fireflies in this dark scared and brooding world My friend why do you weep? What use are your tears? We are the liars, and liars love trying to lie About the lies they told so do not lie to yourself Before you are tortured and consumed You won’t recognise yourself Ragged doll? You weep for you are torn at the seams.