These unspoken words are burning a hole on my tongue,
And I wish I could rip them from my aching mouth,
Pull them between my lips like the poisonous needles they are
And release myself from this enchanted war.
These acidic words claw through my flesh with rusty nails,
Trying to rip open my rib cage and escape...
I can smell the burnt skin on my chest, I can see the bloody indent
And I can read them, like the scarlet alphabet
Begging me to release them from this nightmare.
Oh how I can feel these words on my lips,
Cutting like razor blades never sharpened...
I can feel the bitter blood on my neck,
Dripping down through my now scratched raw breast...
I can feel them escape through my lips and before I can stop them,
You know... you're lost in your head...
And those words, those silk-velvet words that I tried to stop,
Are soothing my wounds, calming my fried nerves...
Those honey covered words pull at my heartstrings
And are making me sing them...
Over and over in your ear, my dearest of lovers.
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