Break my voice
Take it away, it is of no use to me.

Let my lungs feed only my body, and starve this beast that claws its way to my tongue and bursts into the air around me, poisoning everything.

Let the quiet that surrounds me be enough.

That voice that commits each lie to truth.
Trapped in the circle of "am I awful?"

"I am awful."

The closet anarchist,
Full of fire, choked with smoke.
Look how that light plays up against all that chaos.

You admitted a weakness,
A sweetness in your honesty
But I never imagined it could be.

A glance caught,
A laugh shared with ease,
A fool, that's me.

So simply self convinced,
No chance for this.
But then, a light touch to knee...

And like that day you shook my hand,
We met.
And now I see.

So much to learn for
This is your world,
This language is is not me.

But I'm a fool
who wants to learn,
Teach me.

They sell slavery
It's dressed in selfishness
It's called a treat.

We are worthless so we
purchase.

"I'm broke."
Why?
Why are we broken?
Who broke us?

Wind is cold and the sky is grey,
And it just so happens that I'm leather bound.

Fortified for when the weather breaks,
Or the rain falls to the ground.

The snow may fall or the leaves decay,
But no cracks in me can be found.