Lacrimosa

Each collected uncertainty

Crystallized to stone worthy of setting

A dazzling garotte of prismatic sadness

Crushing the instrument of words

Unspoken

That I could be free

Speaking that currently relegated to script

Taste the rarified air of the self possessed

Quiet now, as ever

Unable to voice the things that matter

Self contained in silence

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