Drone -Written during a depression

the drone is in my ears I can feel it inside my head and hear it in my ears

it is in my chest and my throat and my stomach and my ears

it is in my eyes and I can see it and it is all I can see

it is the color of black but not black

it hurts

all over and inside and in my throat I can’t speak over it

I can’t speak to it

I can’t speak for it

it is in my spine

it hurts

I can’t control it I can’t stop it I can’t make it go away

I can’t make it go away

I can’t think

I can’t speak

I can’t reason

I can’t feel

I can’t throw up

I can’t shake it off though I try to shake I am in rigor mortis

I can’t breath

it pulses with my heart

the sound is a throbbing drone

all the time

all the fucking time

just make it stop