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Can Your Hear Me?(Can...)(Can...you...hear...)(Me...)It's...been...a year,Since I heard your voice,Since we...were...clear,But it was not my choiceThe days...pass...in fear,They wander along, so lonelyOnce...you...were near,But now we're fallenAnd every...thing...is weirdIt's the same old storyI...! Never thought that you would leave(And now) I...! Don't know what to believe(You know that) I...! Feel so deceived(And I wonder) Can...! Can you even hear me...?(Can you even hear me?)(Can you even hear me?)(Can...you...hear me?)Fall...is upon...us now,The leaves so brilliant,But there's...no easy way out,And I feel so stupidI never...should...have listened,Because I knew that you were wrongSo now...my tears...they glisten,And drop to join the throng,Because nothing...is...forbiddenUnless we choose for it to beI...! Never thought that you would leave(And now) I...! Don't know what to believe(You know that) I...! Feel so deceived(And I wonder) Can...! Can you even hear me...?
No one would miss me...It's the same thing that drives me to suicide nearly every night,It's the same thing that gives my enemies such evil delight.It's the same thing that gives my lover such a fright,It's the same evil thought that I am thinking tonight. Even you reader, would you miss me if I left?If I just stopped writing poetry, left this account bereft?Would anyone, anywhere, miss me if I left?If I left for good, because with a blade I am deft. No one would miss me...No reason to, no one loves me.No reason to, no one even likes me.It's just a fact that no one would miss me.
The FallingThere is a moment of utopic delusion when you fall.Whether in water or in air, that moment happens. You feel a sort of exhilaration or a sort of false epiphany that makes you feel on milisecond of crazy euphoria.That's what was happening to her.She couldn't tell whether her falling was in water or in air, but she knew she was falling because substance was rushing upward past her body and there was a closing sense of dread in a spacious corner of her mind that screamed, "Panic!"But she ignored it. She refused to accept the fact that she was plummeting toward a bottom that would mean her death, her doom, because she would have rather focused on something more pleasant, even while she was about to crash and burn.Instead, she decided to focus on what was above her. Is it heaven that I'm falling from? she thought.It was light; it was colour. It seemed to be a myriad of all matters good and blissful. Inexplicably, the moving colours and light seemed ali