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Sunday, November 26, 2017

I Hear Them

Settle down I want you to hear this. 
I want to set a fire as I touch your lips. 
You complain and I tell you that it’s okay. 
I set a fire we could be in hell anyway. 

Something’s down I won’t hear the end of it. 
I want to walk on water of the ocean. 
My teeth are rotting and so is my mind. 
I’ll never be fine with my affliction. 

There’s a voice and it whispers to me. 
I hear the screams,
but they are really inside of me. 

I complain you don’t understand anyway. 
I need a muse to take this all away. 

I hear the screams,
I hear the words,
I hear the sound,
I heard the world. 

I hear the screams,
that echo through the night. 

I hear the words,
of a looming fight. 

I hear the sound,
with strike on a book of matches. 

I heard the world,
with all their lies and all their laughter. 

I hear them,
I hear them. 

Stay a while,
you need to hear the end of this. 
With my rouge thoughts,
I am a heritic. 

No platform to tell you that this is the way.
No story to tell that sees the light of day. 

I hear the screams,
I hear the words,
I hear the sound,
I heard the world. 

I hear the screams,
like drowning the light of me. 

I hear the words,
of a impending catastrophe. 

I hear the sound,
as I add the gasoline. 

I heard the world,
when it was took from me. 


I hear them.
I hear them.












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