God
God
God
They've taken my voice
Or I gave it away
Was there ever a choice?
Did I decide one cold night
To sell my tongue
For the heat
Of a place by the fire
That coveted seat
I stand in the back
Wrap my hands around my neck
Feel the blood beneath my fingers
And watch the ship wreck
Never a scream
Never a sound
I am buried in silence
And kept safe
underground
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
God
God
God
They've taken my voice
Or I gave it away
Was there ever a choice?
Did I decide one cold night
To sell my tongue
For the heat
Of a place by the fire
That coveted seat
I stand in the back
Wrap my hands around my neck
Feel the blood beneath my fingers
And watch the ship wreck
Never a scream
Never a sound
I am buried in silence
And kept safe
underground