I hear the heartbeat of the street caused by their feet

As grind and soles meet the melody to me sounds sweet

Ever since my sight went away my life went another way

A gift of listening, seeing was the price I had to pay

To make matters worse, I’ve been blessed with a curse

My sense of smell was put in the same purse

To finish my plummet down this spiral of dismay

My sense of taste also slowly withered away

So now I sit here unable to see, taste or smell

Getting drunk in my own personal little hell

I can still feel, so my inebriation is still real

Wanting to say CUT in my life’s movie reel

The added bonus of increased listening

Lost its appeal after insomnia started creeping

Can’t tune them out, as even whispers seem like shouts

My mind starts to break down as my hope now pouts

The melody that seemed sweet now pounds, Pounds it POUNDS

Forced to concentrate and expel all the unwanted sounds

But every time I do, unwanted voices still come through

They stick to me like glue as their words seem so true

But I’m not able to decipher who is bringing me these words

Their tales a fable, brighter than those mystic phoenix birds

As each night passes, my concentration amasses

And as I skip alcohol filled glasses

The night no longer seems endless

This gift no longer seems senseless

  Time seems to go backward

Human companionship seems awkward

So after 5 years of screams and tears, I consider these voices now my peers

And until these clouds decide to clear, Ill drown in the rain I can only hear

 I have become unpleasant to be with

Real conversation ruins concentration so I refuse to shift

Stay put in the bubble I have created around me

As my listening capability has increased immensely

I can now hear minds, and the rhythm of hearts

But as soon as the sun sets, the real convo then starts

 And after all this time I have figured out who speaks

As darkness creeps and all that is good sleeps

They come out to converse and discuss their plans

Unknowing to both parties I have been listening on the damned

They plan to rise and take all our souls

The use of their army, strategy and goals

The horrid details in which they describe their aspirations

Leaves me with a terror incapable of undergoing description

And all this, is not what drives me to the brink of insanity

It’s the fact that for 5 fucking years no one wants to believe me