The Ringing

It is always there, hiding in the background.
It waits patiently, as time matters not to it.
All that it cares about is your discomfort, your pain.
As the sun begins its slow decent, it prepares itself.
As you become drowsy, fatigued by the day's events, it begins to salivate. How it will enjoy tormenting you.
The lights flicker off, and you lay yourself down into your bed. Your eyes close, and then it strikes.
A terrible, high pitched ringing fills your ears. It brings no pain direct pain, but the longer it continues, the more sleep deprived and angry you become.
The ringing.
The terrible ringing.
Will it ever end?