• If you could blast your brain through all the words, hollow, unheard
    Then you could leave the world at last
    You can leave the unheard word, bleeding and whining on the floor
    Crawling for light but never finding a shine.
    You might find it sad to have to hold down his head, while the breaths he dies for escape his head,
    But when you notice all the things that fall from his teeth,
    The unheard word is near complete
    Keep searching; keep working, pretending to feel nothing,
    You know you don’t care, is there anything there?
    Nothing knocking on the inside, rawhide?
    Killer glory on the morning story where all those words scream like a riot
    But you’re still quiet, you find it bruising as the words keep oozing
    A yellow liquid like the tears from your eyes
    Viscous and wicked and horrid and livid.
    Common clarity to an uncommon story, just trying to break all those words
    They claw at your throat they try to break notes
    But unheard they stay, wavering claim, delicious taste of dissatisfaction

    Well once your pen hits the page and nothing seems to be un-caged
    The stress breaks sweat and the fear hits less
    Only you and your mind, brick wall, you fall
    Let a ballad ring, let it come clean, don’t miss it, unleash it
    Well failing to speak through your pens black ink
    Its black and unused, like a heart belongs to you.
    Curse the skies for a reason unknown, completion is moaned
    Delete your unbelief. In anything before your feet
    These words still crying for a Polaroid ration, portion of action
    Not a pencil and napkin, no front page or caption, not even a smile
    Walking silent, bothered and compliant, faking a life, to relive your strife
    More unheard words
    More un-worded herds
    More worried blurs
    More crying fur

    Well you think you may have it?
    Show me, unwrap it.
    Hold it to a light, no cheating now; I’m watching you lie
    Here is a pad and here is a pin, p***k a finger and let it begin
    Manifest your un-worded portion of a dream of accordance
    What do you see? What is in me?
    Do you feel it dropping to the page now? Is it working? How?
    Drop it to the cup let it fill right up
    None of your words can be unheard, not any more, because the page you have torn
    From a stage of innocence that breaths like magnificence
    Its eerie how it stares you back in the face, taunting your days

    Poor unheard words, feeling conquered
    Left flailing and quivering and crying and shivering
    Bleeding now, shutting down
    The red streams from the alphabet, tattooed on the page
    Writing in permanent, no turning back
    Damage done, eating it like fun
    Little ticks and tocks like the numbers on the clock
    It sits behind you, knocking your ego, keeping time
    Taunting the ignorance to realization that you done it
    Finished, no more unheard words, not without hurt

    Like a slave released, do you feel relieved?
    Glad to hear it, grin and bare it
    Let the blood hit the floor as we watch you perform, under pressure
    I hope you sleep well, for a day somehow
    Hope it helped, condemning them to hell
    A horrible thing, for words to endure
    Being dropped and spread, shaping letters and words
    Completed with a wave, sealing the page
    Now let it scream, break it out and read aloud, lets hear your work
    A rock and roll show of animal control sponsored by yours truly
    Words