lump it

fuckin lump it silently i cry my own sort of tears the kinda that arent seen nor heard the kind i wish you'd dry from my cheeks the kind you cried against my chest sliently i curse the letter i wrote the things we said the love i cant kill silently i love you im not allowed to but i do in all the ways i shouldnt in all the ways i do silently i write poems with no readers words i want to kiss into you feelings i want to share silently i wait for a time that will not come a time when the angers gone a time you admit you cant live without me silent i am about most everything silence is all that counts with you not to breathe the heartbeat to tell what we had most incredible most true feelings silent like the graves the bodies we were burn in hell cold in comparison to the heat we created silent in their torture a thick dust covers them in the airless tomb no heartbeat echoes no silence broken it is most certain death most cold and unfeeling death in definition and my soul eternal soul bleeds on and on cursed eternal it cannot die but it walks towards death in nonmoving fashion silent steps starving, parched undying but already dead thought as companion o torturous thought if the mind would rot let still the images the smells and touches o the touches silent now like your voice of reason the love in your voice still resonates cruelly shaking heart strings that long since have hardened silently starved through lack of kiss whats in a kiss? food for the soul walking towards the dark surrounded cloaked in thick murky silence silence hurts the ears just try it - sit in a room silent not one sound imagine this sound for your soul your body you love silent am i tortured am i greeted with open arms two choices like it or lump it fuckin lump it this blows