Sight of Silence


  
My, My lips, are swollen
From pressing down hard

Like metal wires, weaved tight
A zig zag laced and tied to a pierced ring

A reminder of the sin
Heated by hell’s, burning, cauldron

Sight of silence
Peaking through, blood stained lips of blue

A chance to see
Rain from heaven, soothe, these lips cool

Slides the wire
Just enough to whisper, I love you

Life sounds, muffle
My weak, meekness, that it contains, my voice

From speaking louder
So no one, can hear me calling

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