bite autumns tongue
The leaves from a head are tied
and yet they barely shine
reddish.
bound and tamed are the autumns waves.
thee who stand still can avoid
any anguish.
Sympathy
is with me
unless I cannot keep my mouth shut.
by the shallowest smile of a flowers
I cannot keep it.
I bit my tongue
I won't talk again
As I swallow all pride
the critism, I lost sight
That I had died.
In the second
I was about to bite.
Black Anger in ones head ignites
memories of how things died
and perished.
As ones Mouth lets off a rotten pulp
as it gets poisoned as ones freedom
to be cherished.
One last dance
and Agony erodes me alive
With my last strength
I hang upon your lips
That Moment I die
shall make me reailize
I never had to bite.
