Words Words Words Poem by one who waits

To be or not to be
this isn't a question
as I play at the words
swimming in my head
I often think about
well...dead
not death or dying
but dead
You know, like,
nothing in my head
I'm just bloody dead
no air
or words
to breathe or taste
I no longer have time to waste
so as these letters form from head to fingertip
am i really saying anything at all
or are they just friggen words

-I talk ALOT, but I say very little...