Talk, Talk, Talk

Those who talk only for themselves.

till the flesh peels back, 

from the toxic you spill.

Closed eyes sewn shut, and holes

that do not function,

never seemed to be an issue.

Chords ring throughout abstract,

that bleeds into colours that,

only falter, to black and white.

Dream.

Keep on dreaming.
Wash over your nightmares.

Dream?

Distatch that jaw,

only foolish speak,

broken never found a way,

wise sees it to only, 

abstain from the past, 

of lying on ground speaking to earth.

Talk while that mouth is open,

since closing up means such doom foretold...

by fools.