i like to close my eyes.
moments when i do not have to view this world.
i like to take in the noises.
then i can hear those that stand out.

and still i hear noise.
that crazy, imploding, exploding NOISE
as a collective whole
of feverish moans and murmurs

I cannot hear myself.
because i have nothing to say.
too much to say really.
until i alienate myself.

and so i shall listen
even as the orgy happens around
even as they stab and pierce me
i listen