The Girl Next Door Is Always Screaming-Ion Dissonance

The Girl Nextdoor Is Always Screaming - Ion Dissonance Amy, sweet lewd amy The way she moans, It's so obscene. Whether she's crying or complaining, And the way she's getting beaten, It's almost arousing. I cannot differ the sounds anymore, They all seem like a relentless Buzzing discomfort. F**king this treacherous imagination of mine, If you'd only knew the complexity of the Scenarios emerging from there. It feels like a bad soap opera, Yet you cannot help yourself From watching the next episode. She must be so beautiful, I guess that is why I hate her And her voice that much. The mystery in itself, Of her real self, Is far more interesting than knowing. Introspection, yes I do fear the return of The ever questioning process. It has forced me to review most of The basics concerning females. I hear them, over and over again, Throughout the night. I don't remember the last time I slept, And and I'm not feeling well, Here, Alone with my thoughts staring at a blank wall. Battered and bruised, bleeding on the floor. Worthless piece of meat. I know she's crushed. But I am useless, unable to save her, And maybe I don't want to. Oh how I beg for complete silence