Speak

Dirty Mouth

Medic

Morana heard me scream

Running from the absence and there's blood in the streets

Lost in the woods, with trees that towered me

They still keep my secrets as I threatened them not to speak

Hand in hand, on a hill that was secluded

Separate the three and I violated my own delusion

I heard the snap

The fewer souls still carry what I spoke

They have what I want back

While threatening the oath

I plead, on my knees and I still plead

That I will be forgotten

In their own reality

And if they don't I still deny

I will my lungs to collapse

Sights set to go blind

I will lie

I will choke in my fear

If it comes out I burn down these trees

So no one ever hears

Readily I wait

To confront and silence the mouths that bleed

They come to artuate

But I have a rage of nimiety

Laughter echos, in gyration to the ears

With a smile my eyes blacken

The chase begins here

Coffins wait as their knocking

A clock ticks as their lids crack

Falling as they're locking

With battered arms they fight back

I stood there
My mouth open wide
The trees too will keep this secret
No one breathes but I