Whispering words take time to release,
The secrets that hide in between,
The syllables that make up each and every sound.
Look around for the whispers.
They’re everywhere.

The looks and the digs; the judgment of the truth.
The wisdom of the fallen makes up half of what is youth.
The decisions that are made on behalf of me and you.
The torment and the bloodshed;
The heart ache; the pain.

Watch the river roll on by.
Smoke a cigarette and think about the process of our lies.
Think about the harmless white.
And the blackest black of lies that stop your sleep at night.
Do they help you to breathe?

I hope you remember the words that you said;
They marked my brain, I will not forget.


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