My lungs move in and out slowly
I barely hear my pulses
My eyes are forced to close
I lay down on my coffin
I put my hands on my ears exerting to minimize the cacophonies of life
It works, they stop haunting my ears
But battling in my head now leading me to a great perplexity
I have an urge to scream, scream as loud as I can
But I can't, my voice is hooked up in my throat making it bleed
I talk, talk, talk
I deliver long speeches
I seek for aids
I figure things out
I weep, weep, weep
With no sounds
No one can listen to me, even my own self
Since the noisiness those cacophonies have been making is very loud
Meanwhile peculiar silence keeps covering people around me
This monologue continues
I don't know till when
I hope someday it would turn into a dialogue
As if someone would care enough
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