Can you stand in my silence?
When rain washes away what remains of the words I just spoke
Hands crawl across my skin until they cover my mouth
Shivering, I swallow my tongue like taking a pill with ice-cold water
I don't speak your language any more
Can I cloak myself in the things I haven't told you yet?
Hide in the paths I cut into the forest of my mind,
ignoring the storm still raging on,
barely managing to force out a whisper
I don't want to lose myself in everything that could be,
but I can't let her drown in what could have been
As moss grows on my stone-cold lips,
only my hand brings the story to life
You wait for me to write
Help me
