Noise slivers it's silver tongue across my chek.

A sharp sting reaches it's wound.

His laughter mocks the pain.

This solemn friend brings me solace.

He saunters off in disregard,

Leaving me in his wake.

I call for him to stay,

But he leaves me in silence.

Void is what remains.

Nothing to see, 

Nothing to know,

Nothing but me,

And the pain it brings.