What is it that lingers
in the corners of your breath
Something like a cancer
or the things you never said
And if it is a tumor
do you know what you have grown
A burden of hypocrisy
for you to call your own
It's not about the masses
and the tissue you've destroyed
Those things become so trivial
the moment they're enjoyed
But that's when all the heaviness
begins to cut away
At every single part of what
you didn't stop to say
You want to know the answers
but forget to mind the time
And that is where the disconnect
begins to realign
The days that you are living and
the days that you have ceased
When night is like an enemy
that you yourself released
And you have hidden nothing, says
the terror in your voice
I guess you should've spoken like
a man who made a choice