A Wordless Wisdom – Twisted Prose


castrated and alone,

a function no longer connected,

my alter broken as I start the fire,

changes coming through incessant mumbling,

my sweetest straw of rawness,

linguistic preservation lost in a rapid moment,

fleeting lost words from the song that’s sung,

holding me close,

yet not within,

I know your right,

when you said your words,

but it didn’t stop me from bathing in my lies,

while I swam in a sea of all you are,

ask me again,

watch my lies read true,

I couldn’t trust you,

because I’ve never trusted me…

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