Voiceless,
In a battle of words, choice less.
The plague of silence is worse than violence,
But yet I cannot voice this.

I must be seriously delirious with the fervor of fever,
'Cause whimsical words play on my mind like some ludicrous lever.
Creating cracks that become chasms
That shake me,
             Take me,
                   Ever deeper,
                        Down the
                                Rabbit hole.