My throat
empty of noise
Despite screaming
The silence
Deafening
Asleep
Dreaming
No thought
No vision
Mind racing
Down a dead
End street
I
Died
A flaming wreck
Why don't
I just
say
something
anything
before
no one are left
to hear me
is there no one
nothing
to say
worth saying
nothing left
worth praying
knees bleeding
from supplicating
I'm bleeding
From speaking
In tongues
no one knows
what the hell
I am saying
words broken
nothing spoken
for the sake
of it
nothing sacred
I am
an empty painting
forsaken
of my own
design
spill the wine
this vintage
is spoiled
