Sensory Overload

Every day
they make the music louder.
I go there
and they show movies that cover the walls.
You are farther from me.
My mind is muddled in the power of the sound.
I lose my memory of who I am
and soon you will melt.
I stand in confusion.
You'll be a puddle.
They call it awe.

Every day
I go there
and you are farther from me.
Soon you will melt away
and become a puddle.

They make the music louder
and show movies that cover the walls.
My mind is muddled by the power of the sound.
I lose my memory of who I am.
I stand in confusion.
And they call it awe.