Whaddya wanna say?
Whaddya wanna say?

I say don't ask me that hellish question
I don't wanna say nothing
I write to you
I write only
Words come not from my lips
No voice
I have none
I have strange alphabetical letters
And I place them strangely
I have broken parts aplenty
And they fit on the page from one to one hundred and twenty

Speak

No, I do not speak
My lips sealed
You beg
No, I cannot speak
I sing no songs
No songs
No prayers
No whispers
unless I murmur to me

Even then I'm all words
internal
I'm thoughts
and mind sick
Silent
and sick

What comes out is bullshit
is infected
it writhes
it itches
it beats it beats it beats like hell
Hell Hell Hell
Breaking across the brain

© SteelBlue