Verbal Asphyxiation
My lips are sealed,Ā
But words still form.
Beautifully empty.
Kindly meaningless.
My truth is my poison.
It flows through my veins.
My heart beat is weakening.
But the world is spared.
My mind is caged by words unsaid.
Twisted and ugly.
They form barbs and chains.
My personal prison.
My throat is swollen shut.
From the venom in my veins.
My fangs deep in my tongue.
Choking on the rising bile.
Lay me in my silent grave.
Bury me with my truth.
Paint me fair with my lies.
Dress up my calculated nothingness.
My lungs have collapsed.
Drowning in words unsaid.
Poisoned by their meaning.
Verbal asphyxiation.

















