the hour

the various spells flowing out your mouth
that fool me into believing that i understand you
but your voice is foreign,
my ears are not programmed to listen
to that harmonious voice of yours

the cells and molecules speed up
my sweat glands take it to sixth gear
the moisture across my body represents
what you have done to me,
the poison you have injected into my heart

the last hour i accompany this world
in its orchestrated plan to seize our lives
is the hour the fragments come together
delivering a message i am able to comprehend.
the hour in which all else is forgotten
the hour in which my brain is formatted
and reprogrammed to forget you

yet you remain stuck in the vast bytes of my hard drive
haunting me with that harmonious voice