What words would I use,
If these were my last?
Uh, like, nothing? What kind of question is that!

Silence would seam to suit the space
When light and life depart
To dress the heart that has been sparked
It's silent at the finish line!

So spill your guts to worthy targets
Or zip the trap and listen
Empty words are often loaded
Worlds are fool of garbage.

Silence screens and measures taste
To separate the cherry
My tongue takes time to cut it out
My tongue is sword of scary

Words drift me danger near
Silence now is all I hear.