Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 22, 2017 1:10:38 GMT -5
TW: Taking the lord's name in vain, which apparently bugs folks. This poem is also almost entirely about wanting to rip off one's ears.
When I hear the world screaming,
I wish I could be deaf.
I hope it drowns in its own tears,
A plea that no lord hears.
God, the rivers could be streaming,
And I wouldn't have to give an eff.
They're all out there teasing me,
How can they not hear themselves; their noise?
How can they bear to live this way,
Listen to what the idiots have to say?
Oh, god, they never let this dumb song be,
It's as if music is their only source of joys.
I would have tried to make my ears bleed,
But I'm too attached to my own voice;
I want to hear that lovely girl speak,
Even if self aware whispers may sound meek.
When I listen to the mortal men feed,
I wish I had the guts to make that choice.
I mean no offense to those who struggle to hear each day,
But god, what I wouldn't give to be in your shoes.
I'd focus on every task ahead,
Find the motivation to get out of bed.
I'd work on my novel that's still underway,
And I won't have to listen to other people's issues.
I listen below the lowest setting,
And yes, I know, they say I'm odd,
But silence is the only option I will pick,
And you may not care about me one lick,
But you don't see how you're so upsetting.
Just make me deaf, for the love of god.
When I hear the world screaming,
I wish I could be deaf.
I hope it drowns in its own tears,
A plea that no lord hears.
God, the rivers could be streaming,
And I wouldn't have to give an eff.
They're all out there teasing me,
How can they not hear themselves; their noise?
How can they bear to live this way,
Listen to what the idiots have to say?
Oh, god, they never let this dumb song be,
It's as if music is their only source of joys.
I would have tried to make my ears bleed,
But I'm too attached to my own voice;
I want to hear that lovely girl speak,
Even if self aware whispers may sound meek.
When I listen to the mortal men feed,
I wish I had the guts to make that choice.
I mean no offense to those who struggle to hear each day,
But god, what I wouldn't give to be in your shoes.
I'd focus on every task ahead,
Find the motivation to get out of bed.
I'd work on my novel that's still underway,
And I won't have to listen to other people's issues.
I listen below the lowest setting,
And yes, I know, they say I'm odd,
But silence is the only option I will pick,
And you may not care about me one lick,
But you don't see how you're so upsetting.
Just make me deaf, for the love of god.
