Taping the cords

I taped the cords together. I tried hard.
But I just couldn't get into it.
I don't see the point. I don't see the end.
I don't see its hidden significance.
And fuck you, no,
I will not open my eyes.

I saw the cords falling apart, riping away layer after layer.
I saw the tape falling, to sounds and hints of lies.
Their ingrained weakness, corroding it all.

I've had enough of the smell.
Never close enough to taste.
The vivid colours I couldn't touch.
That I always failed to touch,
In my exhausted attempts.
Tired of those voices, that never moaned for me.
That never screamed my name.
That never ripped it apart from their lungs.

There's the man who lived quietly,
In quiet whispers he waited for a solution.
He dreamt of an answer, quietly falling asleep.
And just as he saw it, it was his, he could have sworn,
But, instants apart, he died, right before he was born.
And you,
Who are you?