cut off
you can't understand the whisper until
silence.
gone from the screaming world you loathe to love
and shimmering fever dreams
leave the calendar dazed
and the seconds tick away
without direction now, simply ticking
for without that tiny sound
they'd serve no purpose.
count the ceiling tiles again.
maybe like time,
they've melted together.
Recount! screams the madman,
and why not, with nothing else to do
but watch and wonder at the stillness of the busy world
cotton in your ears, wool over your eyes
but it's not the soft things that make the world quiet
in its sharp sterility
with the sharp tang of blades and medicine.
did you dream them up as they cut you up?
they wear masks like the terrorists
as they ply their trade
ply...
try their parade.
Better let the feelings out before they drown you
burst you
complete you.
As the ignorant masses stare on in admiration,
what does their respect mean
if you hate the mirror?
and why do you hide from the pretty windows of color
that you profess to love?
When you're alone
and it matters most,
what do you really love?
as you count the ceiling tiles
in the silent forever
Author notes
guess this is what happens when you get the flu
Please tell me what you think
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um wow woah yikes i am blown away. this is so amazing deemy, so many great lines. this needs to be published, no lie.
you never cease to impress me..
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hmmm, glad i dont have the flu then.
this made me sad.. =(
NO SADNESS ALLOWED!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
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why would it make you sad? i like good ole fever-revelations... shed new light on things and let you say it like youre crazy
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well it wasn't bad sad. it was good sad, you know the kind that makes you go like whoa!!!! & makes you think & all that nifty stuff....
yummmmmmmm. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEEEE YOU AGAIN! haha
me=dork, yes!
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