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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