in the end, i only hear myself by Nevkenis, literature
Literature
in the end, i only hear myself
i sing on the days that i don't want to live in,
and i sing because i don't want to do anything else,
i just want to get away from it all...
i want to tune out the world so that i can hear nothing,
nothing but the noise coming from my earphones...
when i see my mother's mouth move, i only hear the woman singing...
i always hear the songs sung by sarah blasko or eisley,
i always try to sync my guitar or keyboard with theirs...
but i can't ever get it right, but at least i'm trying...
at least i'm trying to learn for myself...
i want to exclude myself from the wold and into the one with music,
and that's my escape from reality...
..
Cur etiam hic es (Why are you still here?)
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when the sky is blue,
when night turns the sky,
would you think of me?
because i know,
i know that you do...
you don't even have to answer me,
because i know the answer,
because i know you...
when you're beside me,
when i'm right there with you...
i know...
i know that you're there for me,
i know that i'll exist...
and when the night turns again,
when the west wind blows,
would you find hope?
would you go to the world's end to salvage it?
because i think you would,
when you're all i have...
when all there is...
is us...
i don't know any o
we walk with empty smiles plastered to our faces...
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I see everyone smiling,
and to me, they're all manicans wearing masks...
no genuine emotion is shown,
their eyes are made of marbles, clear, but souless...
there's no reflection to see in their eyes, just a void of black...
those same blank eyes stare straight back at me through a mirror,
in that plain white tiled bathroom,
i tried to look deep enough to find my reflection of reflections...
and still i see nothing,
i'm just a doll...
...just like everyone else
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when that day comes,
when all the wold stops...
you feel a bit of excitement ,
whether you were obsessed of the day of ends or not...
you still feel it,
whether you've been curious from the start,
how that last day would feel...
you wondered if you'd feel sadness, angst, grief, remorse, or even relief...
when that day comes,
all the world becomes mute...
everything... in one peace,
how would you feel?
if all the things...
were at least for something...
for something precious,
would it even matter...
if everything,
everything at all...didn't exist
your memories-lost
your family, friends-erased
your experience, any...even as
From time to time
Of every single day
To hear the rhyme
Of whatever you say
Speaking with your every word
Hearing what I have to see
Seeing that you seem obsurd
Looking what you have to be
Thinking that you must be mad
Listening to be ignored
Feeling that you must be sad
Being heard to be implored
Now I listen to what is to be heard
Now speak endlessly as to free a bird
in a winter morning, i see the snow falling from the heavens to the ground as if they were all attracted to the ground other than the theory of gravity...they all have a will and they yearn for the earth to recieve them in their final descent to peace on this world...as if they were entities of god ...time passes in every second and you wait and wait...and wait until the snow melts as though it were a sign of death, a death of winter for some, and a new opprotunity for others to live...but there before life can see its new beginning, it rains,...and then of course as all do know...water is the essence of life, but then again it can also bring
when that day comes,
when all the wold stops...
you feel a bit of excitement ,
whether you were obsessed of the day of ends or not...
you still feel it,
whether you've been curious from the start,
how that last day would feel...
you wondered if you'd feel sadness, angst, grief, remorse, or even relief...
when that day comes,
all the world becomes mute...
everything... in one peace,
how would you feel?
if all the things...
were at least for something...
for something precious,
would it even matter...
if everything,
everything at all...didn't exist
your memories-lost
your family, friends-erased
your experience, any...even as
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Christmas...
another day when someone really close to me died...
another day to mourn for the dead
another time to remind one's own bad memories...
we all know that death is inevitable...
one's true reality