Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha but I own me!!! starts crying

Disconnected

Can you hear the ringing?

Of a disconnected phone?

Lying next to the receiver unplugged?

I can.

The whispers of voices,

And the ticking of time,

Clouding my senses,

Destroying my mind.

Staring at the phone,

Replaying the voices,

Hearing but not receiving.

They walk in the room,

The non-believers,

Assuming the voices are a disease,

An unsolved diagnosis.

They enter my line of vision,

I can sense their presence,

I'm seeing but not receiving.

A hand on my shoulder,

Dissolves away,

Joining the mist around me,

Hearing, seeing, fading.

Freed from the confines of my body,

My mind retreats to time,

Leaving only a fragment behind.

Free to drift,

To the ends of time,

I'm somewhat free,

Of pain and hurt.

I cannot be freed,

Soul and mind,

Until time equals the speed,

Of a slowly ticking clock,

That's at its end.

A/n: PLEEZE REVIEW!!!