Noises

We're victims of repetition,
You and I,
we try so hard
to question,
to doubt,
to attempt to forget
everything thats happened
and we want it so bad,
but at the same time
we would love to remember
exactly how it felt to
only need each other
under those sheets
that are becoming impossible
to forget,
but theres this
succession of
noises,
whispers
being screamed
by our peers
and everyone we love to hate;
we hear them in our sleep
their tongues on fire
with tales of lust
and infatuation,
and all we can believe
is what we hear
and what we want to feel;
these reasons leave me to
question
everything,
doubt
everything,
forget
everything.
We'll never find peace if we let this rest,
and just pretend not to care.
I imagined this
being so different.
I imagined it was
absolutely beautiful,
as it all should be.

Reviews

[joshc]

I like how the line breaks create a sense of urgency and picks up the tempo, great stuff