Once in a lifetime
I'm riding with Depeche
And my very naive teenage self
With the talk of unnecessary words
I consider the porosity of poetry
The ability to express
To turn a phrase
Protest
Make the world a better place
Unspoken words are like violence
And while I'd love to enjoy the silence
With you, the quiet is in/tense
Jubilant like your dreadful insults
Like the terror of going home to a demon
A ghoul gorging on misery
Thriving in the oppressive muteness
Licking tears from cheeks
With a vitriolic tongue
Scar/r/ed hearts are afraid to be heard
But you must speak — every word
Because everything angers the beast
They will find excuses to feast
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