On Deaf Ears I Sing

I wanted to write a song. Tonight I wanted to tweak my melody so that it hits that right feeling, my feeling. I wanted to record something harmonic and exciting. I wanted people to hear it and relax and feel the breeze go through their ears. Yeah.

And maybe, through that, they might hear me too.

But then I realized I won't. Or maybe I just can't. No, this is my medium, this is where I express. On deaf ears I sing.

Someday

I'll write about skies beyond black oblivions. The kind with the fluffy grey strips of lightning streaked clouds. I'll write about old skulls that no one else remembers. Some I'll reward in right revel. Some I'll just remind.

It'll be about death, inevitably. I'd imagine there will be some hope, though.

It's inconsequential without hope.