If you had made me choose which sense I’d like to lose I’d rather choose my sight. No need to see in darkest night. A thousand voices in my head. A million thoughts need to be said and understood. I know I would.
Silence, Silence is my enemy My enemy.
If you gave me just one choice to lose my mind or loose my voice there’s nothing to be said. I’d rather kill myself instead. All your noise is teasing me. Impairs my sight completely. The difference is at hand. I know you’ll never understand.