You hear me, don’t you? My numbed thoughts. My silent cries, my fickle denial. You hear every whisper, every doubt and every ounce of depression. You hear it all. You hear my emboldened pleas, and my fiery hopes that last all too little. You hear them as they die out, and as they reignite anew. I know you hear me. I feel You there. Listening. Loving. Watching. As I fade away, a sad, pointless song, fading away to nothing in the howling noise of this world. Tonight is the night the lies stop.
