Language

A blanket smothering
the blindfold is black
the gag they've placed perfectly.
I'm senseless and alone.
Darkness only amplified by fear.
Forget escape its pointless to hope.
Yet here I am with all this hope inside.
They will find away to smother that too.
I wonder which it'll be.
The gun, the knife, or their tongues.
How evil tongues are and speech.
Speech is not a blessing but a curse
through speech we make war
through speech we breed hate
its through speech that we kill
In the hallways at school
On the streets in town
its the speech that gets to me
the hatred and the killing of my soul
the one ounce of hope I have
and they steal it with insults.
Thank you speech...