Words of the silent
By HardcoreSamurai


Voiceless, bleeding from the ears,
Sickness, weary from listening,
Your conversation is one sided,
Will I ever be heard in this deafening earth
Or must I pass to the next consciousness?


I, a mute to the higher caste
Will find the fortitude to shout,
Without authority my words are worthless,
I am only heard to find
A blade of my words inches deep in my back


Words of the silent
Drowned by your tongue of self-appraised gold,
The sound of your voice will once be torn
By the scalpel of my once blunt words


Sentences that spite me
Like broken glass in my heel,
Will I ever pull the shards from the wound?
My sword of words, blunt,
My shield of voice, mere plastic


Words of the silent
Drowned by your tongue of self-appraised gold,
The sound of your voice will once be torn
By the scalpel of my once blunt words


I have become greedy
By your gluttony of phrases,
I am the wall that you talk at
When all I desire is to speak to you,
Being spoken at, never a discussion


Building and building
Potential rupture,
You’re spitting upon a vengeful spirit,
My barricade is brittle for the hostile stampede,
When it breaks, the eruption of screaming unbound