The Manifestation of Guilt

They chastised me for my slippery tongue
The silver flames that flowed from my lips
Small beacons of truth
That shamed them to their soul

Indulged with spirits, silence fell
All substance was lost in an amber bottle of amnesia
Memories tucked away
Hidden in the warm embrace of numbness

Facades though, are hard to maintain
Soon the dream fades
Reality filling waking eyes
Like burning daylight

Whispers still floating on a cool morning breeze
For even when truth is lost
Words remain
Stinging, painful, joyous words