Words
Murderous words are the most painful sounds
Hear them sing and talk aloud.
A fair maiden or the dashing prince
Sings their way into the sweet hints;
However, the world's words are cruel
And it makes a child appear a fool.
There is no peace, no good, no light
That even the saints can try to fight
The scratchy words that causes rawness to my throat
As I put them all in their graves and sailing boats.
But a bigger ship with bloody sails oozing down
To the purgatory halls where the dead frown.
I sniff and snuff out the lights in the lanterns
Where I prepared my tomb with no return.
How grave;
Don't save...
As the river parts as the ship comes,
The watery grave of words is blood.