Speak

I have so much to confide But time is just not on my side I have so much to concede These truths sit on the edge of my lips, ready to bleed It's like these words are creeping out of my mind So shifty and shrewd, they wade through my thoughts until they can find a sanctuary to shroud their intentions They seek solice and redemption Yet fear has them crippled and paralyzed to their necks Muted by the future, terrorized by what their eyes can't readily check A desolate cry for mercy, the silence is unnerving This rapture of solitude is a lonely sight to behold, quite disturbing The silence teams with demons, ghosts of my past They speak to me in tingling tongues intangible to me, their dialect is one I dread to grasp I must maintain control of my present and speak good fortune torwards my destiny These demons will be put to rest, and punished for their villainy