Street lights glisten on wet pavements,
the city sighs like a whisper
of leaves in rain,
so many tears falling
like drops of morphine.
(more) Sirens carry it all away
to the halls of the insane.
Blissful deceit they sing,
hallelujah, hallelujah (less)
Okay then, so it has really only gotten worse now, and it scares me. At first it could have really been anything, people having a conversation on the sidewalk outside my building, the television of my neighbor across the hall, etc. So naturally, I didn't let it bother me.(more) But then it started to become something completely different altogether. The best way I could describe it is the sound you would hear when someone was talking at the other end of a long tunnel, very distorted and far away.
At that point I became sure that it was something more, something very strange. I went to a doctor to get everything checked out, they even went as far as to give me an MRI, though I must say I did not like being in that little space, not at all. It only made things louder. In spite of the fact that at this point I was very sure something was wrong, I was informed that there were no physical problems with me. So I guess I'm mental then.
It's been just plain bad for the last few days, I can actually hear them pretty clearly now. You would think that being able to understand them would make things better, but God, it has made it so much worse. I want to go back to the doctors, there's no way they won't pick anything up this time, but then I would have to open the door. They want me to open the door.
It's really all those fuckers are even talking about now, they want me to open that goddamn door and go outside. God only knows, what's waiting out there though...(less)