Don't talk
I live in this quiet
This engraving on my soul
This hollow cave
The dripping echo
of water
...Do you know I barely speak?
That I hide
Waiting to spew my venom on the grass
My mouth, my tongue
don't listen...
they say things
that I can't take back.
It's grown late
the dust is settling in
Its sheen on my lips
I won't speak...
You won't listen
