Muzzling, minimising pain.
Muzzling, empty words of anger.

I am suffering Joe.
The whole world is against me and every mirth is dresses in black.
I am calling Joe.
The world doesn't like my voice.
Oh Joe, I should corrode this body with my nails to show you how many truths I have distorted.

But you are no where Joe...
You never were my dear.