Heed me, lend an ear
Within a tangled forest of half truths
Where clutching, grinding roots choke each breath
Your mouth opens rushing stale air
Sending forth breath of stinging arrows
Slivers embed watering eyes
In golden silence a toothless grin
Piercing composure the mirror cracks
Shattering everlasting visions of dark words
Now words silenced and unknown
I hang my crown low
In your diatribe
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