can you see it.
the colour's changing.
can you hear it,
its an endless cacophony of noise,
permanently on repeat.
the crimson red
the ocean of blue
purple like a grape
and the black like the night
noises rattle in my head like maracas
i can't escape as long as your with me.
no.
its your excuses.
when i dont wanna listen,
my excuse is.
my ears are bleeding internally,
thats why you cant see it
