Unable to breath
Caught by the throat
Drowning in a sea of words
It fills my lungs
Then born into a spoken air
But I am doomed
For the words betray me
I step back to fall
From a pedestal I once sat
To the damned mud that I eat
Or rather that you feed to me
With a forceful hand of repercussion
Until I am fat from my own tongue
Eating myself alive
And sink to the bottom
In a grave of persuasion and flies
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