There is too much bitterness in my mouth, its taste surpasses all others,
too many doubts and anger still filter out my sound.
Soft and sweet words can't stay, or not long enough,
I'm so afraid to forget them, not to enjoy them.
My tongue dries out not to talk, my voice is lost in my throat.
Sighs and sobs were the only survivors of the drought,
and the only water flowing down my face is far too salty.
My mind boil and overheats, I am afraid it explodes,
my screams are lost in ultrasound, not to bother.
My throat is tied, blocked by the unsaid and reproaches,
I would like to sing but I can't even articulate.
So when my voice get lost, I let my salvation to my fingers.