Words… burning in my throat,
lived inside of you…
truth be told and wrote
I lay the blame as proof
Cold, dead full of youth,
I put the blade to you..
you choose to leave the room
and hang the words and hang the truth…
Silence… stirs the secret beast
within my breast i must confess
it's dark inside and hot as hell,
but you must know this well
tired and yearning and restless and
burning up the downs and brood
and then the words begin to drown
and wash away this wretched truce
Painted black and left for dead
while turning heads, and cutting throats
your silence gloats and kills the joke
and then snuffs out all hope
all silence no learning of cheeks been left
turning alone with solicitude stand before your glare
and kill this bitter taste and act aloof.
gnashing little eyes
slashing little smiles
dripping with the sighs
of 100 cruel trials
End - This - NOW!
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