Think

People think I'm Rock & Roll.
I'm not.
I'm more for music in its purest form.
I love the horns, I love the strings.
I love the voices.
I love the beauty of a garden in the air.
Noises of love, purest in form.
I hate the screaming in my head.
My ears scream white like a poison.
I seek out sounds louder than those in me.
I pray-thank God for the niose you make.
I sometimes forget the screaming in my ears.
Get lost inside your sounds and pleasantness.
I don't love Rock I just love the noise.
I pray Dear God to hear your best or still to enjoy it.

am I done?

am i???