Oh, please.

On the brightest morning it came
Without a knock on the almost invisible wall
And everything went dark

On the most peaceful minute it rumbled
With a million decibels impairing my eardrums
It resounded around my brain
Straight to the corner of my eyes I cried
It circulated through my veins and reached my heart
I cried again

Life is unfair, they said
Yes it is, I shouted
Who would beg to disagree?
Oh, please
Whose life has been fair and square
And got nothing awful to care

It exists on the deepest of my soul
It prevails over any euphoric thought
It exhausts my whole being

The deafening soundlessness I hear
Despite the deafening crescendo 
Of voices and noise
Of noise and confusion
Of confusion and reality

I prayed.