Echoes first quiet, a pitch that hounds can barely hear.
Gently coaxing her. "Come now, no one has to know, just give in dear."
Blues and reds spinning. Sirens scream.
So much better and yet so much worse.
Trying to beg. But no, they're tuned out.
I don't know any other route,
I still can't tell, no voice to shout.
They're all deaf! Please God, open just one ear.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
Echoes first quiet, a pitch that hounds can barely hear.
Gently coaxing her. "Come now, no one has to know, just give in dear."
Blues and reds spinning. Sirens scream.
So much better and yet so much worse.
Trying to beg. But no, they're tuned out.
I don't know any other route,
I still can't tell, no voice to shout.
They're all deaf! Please God, open just one ear.
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