I Swear I'll Take It By This Silence

Delirium
is my abysmal
unrest;

when nothing can make
me spill timid
yet titanious
words,
because I fear
that no one will try
to understand their
times of
masquerade.

That moment
when mother's heart
rips
at the thought of me
hiding,
so much of the emotion
fitting to be more than
basic blood.

That ungodly music,
taking its form
in the fixed disposition
of angry lips-
I cannot escape being
swallowed
by this storm...

maybe I'm not meant to
recover, or hear
colloquies
of 'it will be'

because right where I am,
I would rather curl up
to a dead language,
my skin stretching in
unused space,

and become a hushed
force.

I will never have a pulse
worth mending,
worth delivering
in an outlived concept
of just a somebody's
voice.

6/22/12 10:34 pm.