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
