so silenced as I'm spoken
my words are kept in dust
but so blessed be the broken
as I suffered against the lust

and now twitch without the lovers
as I tempt and coincide
with nothing more then fodder
churning medication in to lies

Oh What good was all this non sense
when my screams echo and never place
marked by those who surfaced
scar bitten across the face

I have conjured as I've wandered
from the mattress filled to the seems
with secrets of the unwanted
and a soul to thick to clean

I was never yours.