i am not listening to what you have to say
i am, from you, just walking away
you wish you might, you wish you may
beg and plead wishing for me to stay
deaf my ears to your words
retort from you, saying i'm absurd
ask to you, 'do you hear the bird?'
not listening, not a word I heard
when this is done, it will turn to a blurr
best left forgotten, do you concur?
hear death's rattle in the odor of mirth
we are just a shadow of what we once were
you say that this is too random
best I leave my comments unsaid... in memorandum
-just thought of endings of things in one's life, and then some echoes of Fight Club are in there.
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