Once upon a time there was a lock around my neck
No words could be spoken, no voice could be heard from my lips.
So many what if’s came from my forced silence
So much anger burned in my eyes from my inabilitity to communicate
Hell, that’s what I’ve endured.
You can’t imagine the pain of a tongue that’s been severed off by teeth.
I got burns in places that you can’t begin to understand
I’ve been torn apart by the mute’s hands
I’ve been scorned by the gashes from the times I stabbed myself in order to
keep quiet
But that was the promise that binded me soundless, dead
In my little corner with peace of mind where the hush is sacred
until my eyes open to see everything
You see the senses are stronger once when one is crippled
I can see you for what you really are
I can hear all the lies you make to be truth
I can taste the sweat that your fasaud drips from being found out
I can feel the pain you stab into the others to hide your own suffering
The mute have figured you out
there’s nothing interesting about you anymore
There all watching eyes have become bored and have moved onto another
Another more subject less typical
Do me a favor
Throw away the keys to my voice and
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