Gargoyle

These words that rage inside my chest

would gladly bite your naively profferred hand. 

But these vile lips of mine are sealed shut;

my vigilant mind won't so easily be swayed.

And for now, that's probably for the best.

I want to confide in you, I really do.

But better than anyone, I know not to trust

these treasonous thoughts that leap from my tongue.

The wounds they score in my calcified flesh, I'll survive. 

I fear they'd slice like knives through you.

Long-since numbed, these nerves of stone,

to an infernal pain I pray you never know. 

It scalds the mind and chills the soul,

and I simply refuse to be the one to show you,

and taint forever the halls of your hallowed shrine.