Words to the grave

Words left unsaid

Buried baggage for the dead

Better speak up fast

Or they’ll carry you in a body bag

 

It’s eating at you

It’s tearing through you

Ripping at the flesh

 

It severs a vein

Circulation is strained

Too late for fighting back

 

The pain it ripples

Its trickles to the core

Certain that its remnants

Will leave you scattered on the floor

 

So you try and forget

And you come to the conclusion

Under false disillusion

That better is always

Left unsaid

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