Words never spent
at torment’s gate,
voices never silenced
will not save you.
Once the tongue is severed,
only voices spat out remain,
wounds forever open.
Not even Cupid’s arrows—
the archer lies dead.
And the eternal burning,
flesh laid bare
to the salt of your tears…
pain, more alive still.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 1:37 PM UTC
Words never spent
at torment’s gate,
voices never silenced
will not save you.
Once the tongue is severed,
only voices spat out remain,
wounds forever open.
Not even Cupid’s arrows—
the archer lies dead.
And the eternal burning,
flesh laid bare
to the salt of your tears…
pain, more alive still.
by A.Frota
