Quiet my tongue
Tell me something I haven't heard, perchance;
something to make me go silent,
to a sleep-like trance.
Strike me with truth
Dispel my illusions
The pain is elixir
It's not an intrusion
Please shut me up
that I may finally rest
in the fiery embrace
of correction's bitter cup.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:09 PM UTC
Quiet my tongue
Tell me something I haven't heard, perchance;
something to make me go silent,
to a sleep-like trance.
Strike me with truth
Dispel my illusions
The pain is elixir
It's not an intrusion
Please shut me up
that I may finally rest
in the fiery embrace
of correction's bitter cup.
