Static.

It buzzes in my ears on a never ending loop,
It keeps me awake at night making me contemplate my existence.

I don't understand this white noise that follows me day in and day out,
It makes me wonder if it really is just white noise or something more.

Years pass,
The static still very much present,
Pounding on my skull with a steady rhythm.

I've gotten used to it over the years,
It's nothing more than a dull tap now,
But every now and again it'll grow into more than just static.

It'll scream at me like boiling water in a kettle,
A high pitched whine that makes my ears bleed,
I scream with it trying to drown it out,
But nothing ever works,
It always overpowers me somehow.

But one day it'll stop,
And I'm not sure if I really want that day to come.

I can put up with a little static if that means silence will replace it,
I mean what's life without a little noise?