That’s the sound of my internal war,
The screams of a cocky child boasting,
That’s the sound of a fresh fatherless youth,
Glass shattering and falling into this grand structure,
That’s the sound of my heart breaking in a place I built for her.
The ocean crashing against a my brown back,
Similar sounds of the ego only in the wake it is muted.
My ego doesn't communicate with me directly, it’s it’s own thing.
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