War

The ground becomes an earthquake,
in goes the headphones and out goes the pistol shots and bullet wounds,
I’m breathing in lyrics, so I don’t have to hear the screaming,
I will be deaf at twenty, and the doctor will ask me why,
and somehow I’ll have to explain that my eardrums have exploded,
from putting the music high enough that I can’t hear anything anymore,
(not even my heartbeat)
(not even my breathing)
(not even the singing).