two o'clock
morning
fresh.

i really know i'm going to go deaf
for the music i listen to
is so loud
to drown
to drown
do drown me out
to drown me down
because i feel
and that hurts
and the music blurs my vision
when i get into the rhythm, sounds
words

and i forget a problem
to focus on another

and i hit repeat, repeat, repeat
repeatedly
hoping the song will continue indefinitely
like my problems
that grow old like a cold in the snow

emblematic of the sun or future
i don't know.
deaf is again a pain
and once i can no longer hear my drug of choice
i'm as good as dead

for life will become bare
uncovered
shown for what it really is
and what is it?
nothing

eyes are not empty
god, i love eyes
and i've said that before
and i'll say it again
i wish i had a set of eyes to call my own
ones that mean something to me
because they don't.

and that's all i want.
music and eyes
a beautiful combination
one that could get me through
most things,
like
long drives, short flights, fights

music and eyes
that’s all i want