And it hurts, too

I woke up this morning and heard somebody being sliced in two.

Yesterday I woke up to the sound of rips, from a mans chain saw.

The day before that, i woke up to the sound of a hanging man in the great war.

And tomorrow, who knows what I will hear;

But someone will die.

Now now, I know what you are thinking;

People die everyday, yes? Every minuet, yes?

Every second of the day, someone dies.

yes.

So what is the difference?

Well this is one thing i yet to know; yet to try to know.

Yet to think about.

And there is much work to be done.

But until i start that, i just lay here and listen to the sounds of death.

The wonderful sound of entering the last few seconds of life.

And the joys, more or less, of living,

dieing down, quite ironically.


I woke up this morning and heard someone being sliced in two.

I will know why one day.

Just not today.

Why? Well, i don't know why.

But i just lay.

And listen. Just like i've done my whole life.

But until i find out.

I remain hearing

The Sound

Of death.

More or less.