As one who speaks too much,
I crave the dead silence.
Just... stop, for you don't have to.
Simply lie in it.
Wither away in the comfort.
Not a word must be spoken.
Listen, feel, but don't speak.
For words are a cliche often used by man.
Unsatisfying your lips.
Unworthy of your sorrow,
Most of all, too unclean to heal your pain.
words are an infection and a frenzy.
starting at the brim of your teeth, to the tip of your tongue. Dripping down your throat to the pit of your stomach.
It burns and pains, but nothing can be done.
words can turn into a cancer, made by an angry mind that didn't take the time to think.
Betrayed,
and weak to temptation,
a pointed arrow is put into his palm,
Yet you expect him not to use it?
