each one sending me further into insanity
i beg with God to make them stop, so hard
yet there they go, shrieking on inspite of me
i can't think, can't write with them there
--laughing outside my window, i've gone mad
they see the tears welling up inside me here
i long for a deafening silence to fall, so bad
some would call it sweet summer night song
yet inspiration falls to the floor, shattering
within my crazy little mind, i think them wrong
they're a rucus to my soul and they keep chattering
i think if i could find them within the grass
i'd stomp on them, crunching them for peace atlast