Always I need you

let Silence beseech

Foul mediator,

watching me bleed

Missing not sleep

I stammer

For a scream doesn't come for those who can't breathe

I stumble

As limbs only move if there's a heart to beat;

Oh, good God!

This is drama most theatric.

I can't trick

an ear

that hears

every loquacity in me.

I can't think

of truth

inside

this too introspective melancholy.

So you can stay

in that cave;

painted blue to prove the sky isn't unique.

Walls made to gate

aren't bridges to burn;

didn't we make ours from steel?

Steal the light from my eyes.

Not surprised.

They were only there cause you gave them.

To me from naught

What was wrought?

Were my instincts all bought?

Take them. Hack.

Hurry back.

I'm not ready to live in a home you made

Silence.