Whispers spoken,
behind closed minds,
lies to the flies,
the remains of a corpse,

which you took upon yourself,
to carry,
which you took upon yourself,
to bury,

bury this,
the finger in your face,
forcing you to see,
the mirror in your face,

blinding you to see,
tears to these choices,
fears to the block,
upon which my truth sits,

smears to your warps,
lips to my sealed fingers,
the real you'll never hear,
but thought you always knew,

know this,
you sick, friendly foe,
you'll never ever know,
dare to the how of that,

which you sought to twist,
blinded by the smog,
of your own screws,
you took your hammer,

you nailed me,
I forgive you, just now,
Fuck I say,
to justify that,

which can never be said....