Whatever you think it is: Listen

I want to say that I can't tell what is happening. I see the world , I see the end , I see whatever you want me to see, but even so I can't see what you want to say ,I'm blind and unsure. I can't speak or yell, my voice is gone , no more words no more sight. I hear you I hear your words the sound the noise. So tell me , the answer to my every question, tell me your life and my so I can see my mistakes. I don't understand what is happening, I don't want to see the world , in fact in a sense I don't. I don't want the sounds of failure to follow, or the sound of victory to die, but no ones ther to make that stay , to make it real so it leaves. I think the lies are spreading and the truth is hidden. Its scare of everything you say , because theres no more life, all you say is story , the stories that you make up aren't right , they don't say the facts, so truth is scare ,because people don't like truth , they don't want to hear it. Only the lies, they are liked they won't vanish , will truth die? Don't answer , I don't want the end to be discover till it happens, I want the story to unfold , or I'm I hideing for the truth. I can't tell ,but then again I can't speak. I hear. I'm not heard. I listen. So tell me what you want ,I'll listen , theres nothing I can say. My words are death. Thats what I wanted to say. Thats the end.

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