My tongue gets trapped between my teeth
the crimson blood drips
drips
drips
cascading timidly down
down
down
To the final resting place on my chest
like ink on blank parchment
but ink gets the job done

Everything is black and white
It's right and wrong
wrong
wrong
It's all wrong and write
write
write

I tell my hands to do what my tongue can't
to tell tales my voice can't fathom
If actions speak louder than words
then my story is so loud
loud
LOUD

The noise of graphite on paper
the sounds of words from silent places
drowns out the drip
drip
dripping