That Sound is Me

Just expressing what I can't say

My lips are bound and my thoughts masked by venomous words

I'll say more in between the words spoken then I do in my eyes

I speak for me when I say what I see is a lie

I'm screaming to be heard but the truth is I refuse to be seen

Ghost dreams sung under any ocean, in any moment

A swell of me, it will pass only to come again

Don't deny me when I cry by your hands

Try not to deny these eyes

The ones you can't see from so far, even though you're right in front of me

I'm making it easy on you or maybe making it easy on me

Your thoughts say you want to hear me, but you refuse to listen

To busy seeing a star, using YOUR voice and wishing

There's a new tone now

One for every bone I creep behind and vessel I flow through

The sound is low, it's my voice

It sustains you even though you don't let me speak

How do you intend to live on the music my voice could make...

if you cease to let the tongue of my heart move

Author's Note

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