Many years did, it happen for

I don't usual-

-ly remember

and my mood goes so I go under

I can't stop counting

under thunder.

.

Oh so soft are

the voices near

more so touching

to my senses

this was never normal or right

learn from our will to become us.

.

And I didn't think

much at all of it

I have been proud

as I'm poured off wits

and everyone knew it how it was

if they say it's it then must be it.

.

How can I weep

when I'm voiceless

and they see tears

as a mercy call

crocodile eyes when my eyelids fall

but I see nothing I'm as blind as any

person recounting it's all a dream.

.

Who would I tell

if not writing told

"but saw you ghosts?"

many just by force

every second passes, the hate grows

I should've but knew I? I don't know.