To My Biting Tongue

Homicides to my biting tongue Cower your voice and word unstrung Deconstruction, lips sealed You're only as real as you feel Self corrections, turn and hide As if a tsunami turns the tide Into something coasts need by abide Submit or be swallowed inside... Passive and passing each wave Crashing the stone, eroding a cave A new void of self loathing I can watch into you, see growing Catch me if you can I'll lend you my hand Like a beach might borrow sand No help is fellow man... But of course at interest Ten folded, skinless An exponent, endless Indebted, contentious... And speak in lines of bullshit softly Being weary of unbiased ears As not to remind them how awfully   Distasteful your words, should they hear Buried in tar but, that you'd swim for the sky  Separated, and low ends of high To my binded mouth, you are as your words  Take pity, take flight, even penguins are birds To my biting tongue, the taking of your ghost   Homicides in mercies, like guests to their host Your destruction's not for sake of reveal But to stitch your lips, be forever conceale