Cacophony of Sound

How would it feel if I took your words

right out of your damn mouth

Threw them up and juggled them

then tossed them to the ground

I'll paint a pretty picture 

with the remnants on the tile

And wrap it as a thank you gift

for all of your denial

You. You cause a cacophony of sound

That plays over in my head, refusing to turn down. 

You. You pluck at strings rusting at the root

Causing rotten melodies that I cannot refute. 

I'll play out pictures with my words

Ignite movies in my head

They glide upon my white walls 

like a ghost among the dead

I'll slice the slides you put inside

and rearrange all that remains

I'll cut and paste your pretty face

the way it reigns inside my brain

You. You cause a cacophony of sound. 

That plays over in my head refusing to turn down

You. You pluck at strings rusting at the root.

Causing rotten melodies that I cannot refute. 

You. You cause a cacophony of sound.

Drowning out my judgement until I must lie down. 

You. You strip me of the thoughts inside my mind. 

Leaving vacant spaces where there's nothing left to find.