To My Biting Tongue

Homicides to my biting tongue.
Cower your voice and word unstrung
Deconstruction, lips sealed.
You're only as real as you feel 
Self corrections, turn and hide 
As if a tsunami turns the tide
Into something coasts need by abide
Submit or be swallowed inside...

Passive and passing each wave
Crashing the stone, eroding a cave
A new void of self loathing 
I can watch into you, see growing 
Catch me if you can 
I'll lend you my hand 
Like a beach might borrow sand
No help is fellow man... 

But of course at interest 
Ten folded, skinless 
An exponent, endless 
Indebted, contentious... 

And speak in lines of bullshit softly
Being weary of unbiased ears
As not to remind them how awfully
Distasteful your words, should they hear
Buried in tar but, that you'd swim for the sky
Separated, and low ends of high

To my binded mouth, you are as your words 
Take pity, take flight, even penguins are birds 
To my biting tongue, the taking of your ghost 
Homicides in mercies, like guests to their host 
Your destruction's not for sake of reveal
But to stitch your lips, be forever concealed

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