A voice like the chime of a bell.
When it rings I start.
When it rings I stop.
Not quite sure what I want to write, not quite sure what I need the most just that I want it all.
A voice like the chime of a bell.
I've noticed I have quite the viscous habit of falling, a consequence of loving and wanting everything you hate.
Everyone else seems to begin to glide when passion takes hold, but I begin to turn my head to bury my head into the book of love instead.
A voice like the chime of a bell.
God why is it ringing so loudly?
I can no longer hear, I am now deaf to the wiles of the world.
Instead I must breathe it in, and with it comes a burning desire and passion.
And with my words I shall create a sound so sweet yet loud that the world will become deaf to my actions.
Those with bell-like voices will stop chiming, lost in my sound.
Those with the same goal will tune in for the moment they can hear it and gain inspiration, the whole world becoming enveloped in an all-encompassing sound.
A voice like the chime of a bell.
It had rung so sweetly and left ugly marks that adorned me so nicely.
Is that why the sound I created within myself a sound just like the chime of a bell?
Now I bruise and amuse myself, setting my soul alight by my own will.
A sound similar to that of a voice like the chime of a bell.