Voice annoys?

Eyes of ice are all cried out
Molten sand grains pains of doubt
Dead sea droplets ripples spread
Pool reflects no eyes. No head

Ghostly thoughts of who knows what
No skin. No bones. What has he got?
The world’s a big screen he can’t touch
His voice annoys, but not too much

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