Stuffed Silence, Smoked As It Sank.

The questioning curls my hair again,
Till I'm as sweet as the devil

And why do the smallest things have to grab my wrists,
Whilst I'm trying to save a life? 

Do the lies lie in the rollups?
The shaking and hospital beds failed me.
Watching you whilst taken aback
Keep eyes on me, that I don't take back.
 
It's funny;
This time tomorrow, resurrection will hang off my lips

Whereas you'll just hang. 
And won't come back.


The smallest things can clog up our ears
And your tongue, cut up from the slip-out
Losing my battle, as you lose control. 

The End

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