April 17, 2008
I cant say a word.
In joy or hostility
The sound of my threadbare words.
Is lost in this melancholy world.

Injustice lives on.
With judgement and insanity.
Creating in its wake a world of us.
Us who are the people that suffer.
From you sick, masochistic words.
Beaten upon with you iron rods of speech.
Bruised by unfair rumors.
And bittersweet hateful names.

Speechless of your carelessness.
Never looking around.
At this beautiful place.
That we burn ith shards of verbal glass.
In the heart.

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