Nothing To Say

sometimes there is just nothing to say or feel.

We lie behind shade shaders. 

Too blind to hear shades of hating haters, 

I listen to the sounds and feel that electric beat, 

Mouthing words dropped in, 

Single that defeat.

Ask if my sin is worth committing. 

A badge of something great. 

Self-hate? 

Grace. Nothing to say.

Say, can you hear my heart now? 

Praying as if all the gods were down. 

Convenient, son because it rhymes, 

Ask him to turn water into wine. 

Hide, slick, slack, shine. 

I count to three,

They tell me lies, 

Who are you fooling if they know your life? 

We ask the questions, 

Expecting gods to hear, 

What if they're silent because they already healed. 

I accept my conscious to eat at me away. 

At least now I know,

That I really feel.