The Sweet Sweet Symphony of Death

The sweet sweet sound of silence
Echoes In my ear like a thousand church bells 
on a merry Sunday morning.

The sweet sweet sound of chaos
Rings in my head like a beautiful thunderstorm 
at the beginning of a wicked Armageddon 

I run away fearing this is all I'll hear.
The sweet sweet mixture of silence and chaos playing on an endless loop.
I'm my mind

Like a busted radio in a locked vehicle.
Waiting to drive into a pond 
With the mere hope to drown it's thoughts 
In a sea of surreal music

And I hear muffled screams
Played by infinite chaotic instruments 
used to create a mournful symphony 
of eternal fear and pain
To shatter those delicate ears

Constantly reminding my mournful soul
that I can't live my life without hearing a fusion of both 
calamity 
and death