Who Else Do You Watch

I know you listen, it is a sickly thing but I know you can't help it..after all what is a name to die for. Nameless in life, death grows lame, I wait. You watch, you tickle me with ice cream, watching hearing my brain freeze you stop to listen, softer is the flavor you said...how...? I don't watch you listening, my rat that poops has your ear on its back my house is one big eye, with you floating in my middle.. You are defined, I have always known, you are watching me hear, with your ear. Your pink pig flew in, and ate my rat, leaving more pearls... Heaven waits on things, like you, to come around me, again and again...little white pearls