Someone Has To Be Stepped On

Silence is impossible to hold
When the static behind my eyes throbs filling every free space,
I can feel my bones grind at the pressure
My muscles tear away from the overload,
And now with no sanctuary to savor
Everything is poured into the center for witnesses to poke and prod
Scrambling I reach to grab all that is near,
Reach and hold tight,
Fighting through the course,
Things I held so dear abandon me when the sky gets cluttered.