Flesh Pressure to shout these words, weighs heavy on my back Caught between a need to speak and the impulse to react Rash words like swords thrust into swine, severed deep and seeping wine.
Thoughts like flesh on wire barbs, tearing wounds from faded scars And the words wont come….and the stares burn cold… And every time I try to express these feelings,[ the words] cut my throat like shattered glass
Hung myself on the words of others, Nailed upon a cross of verbs, I'm drawing a blank, While burning with the rage of a thousand sleepless nights, searching for my voice, with a mouth filled with blood and severed tongue
Clawing in the darkness I've become Scratching for some substance to retrieve Knowing that I'll never match my peers
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