She Was Deaf
I thought she was deaf...

So this is how I end,
burning with a hectic glow...

You can lie to me,
I actually look forward to your lies...

He used to sit there,
in an awkward cube of glass...

Bright and sparkling eyes,
Mesmerizing, like little fire flies...

It was never for the attention,
or the love I got...

Here I sit,
on the edge of the Earth...

Guys this was the reply I got for my poem the...
I am the religion you abide...

Finally the fire's lit, I can sleep tonight,
I need some rest,I need to get away before...

It was a nice little slum,
before they came along...

The bright summer glow,
lost again to a hectic haze...

In this poem there's no frill,
sorry if it doesn't give you any chill...