The Head That Tried to Strangle Itself

My mind beats on My mind beats on But no words come To this perceiving head This germ of all All gnaw on To be gone The mad house of the shrieking skull Am I more Than just a noise Just a noise Than just a noise the brain makes Plagued by apperception Cacophony infesting This cold dark lifeless space The non-stop riffs of the waking mind There is nothing in the mind Except the mind itself Profounds of mind buried in who knows what of mindlessness But who can I talk to if I can't talk to you But I shall never be silent A consciousness watching itself You plague me every single day Heinous Tenebrous