Listen

Listen, listen,

Closely I listen,

To the sound of my thoughts,

Which glisten,

Stick-shifting,

Through the terrors in sight,

I write to fight the fears at night,

I'm like,

The wind that swings through the doors,

My height,

I stand high up to see how everything soars,

A true perfectionist likes it even,

The two's, the four's,

But I'm civilized with a belief unlike heathen,

Dreaming,

Faster than the speed of sound,

Unsound nouns make me out to be a clown,

Lose consciousness in the pool of life,

So I drown,

Weird ideas bring the hatred around,

Similar to the color of brown,

Prayers to my God,

King of myself,

The mind unclear, so it will clog,

Prince of a father,

A queen for my right side,

The wait doesn't bother,

Wash away my sins with a single tide,

My hand and pencil have a shootout,

They both tie in the law,

So I decide to draw,

In my brain the beat knocks,

Playing tight loops in my ears like string knots,

I await the sea to part,

Can't grasp the whole,

But I can see through part,

Never saw the pain coming,

Like a see-through dart,

Right in my neck,

What do you see at night?

I'm afraid of what's in it,

So the dark I neglect,

Jump to a reality check from the base,

The light displays a reflection of my face,

I am only me,

Nobody else,

Will I ever see?

Belief in a begotten Son like Christian,

Forget about all the talk and simply listen...