Me and her are from dark places
She's from sharp razors of anxiety  
Cutting her vocal cords scared to speak of reality a broken voice that striped by her so called family
But to finally have some have someone listen to her raging thoughts and non parted lips seemed like an anomaly
So she told me what was on her mental
About the abuse from her dad
The fear of men who whistle at her
Men you harass like kids in a crowd yelling hey batter better to grab her a attention and tears fall from things she didn't want to mention I hug her and tell her what's wrong with me the loneliness of being in a room of people the depression creep and nightmare of creatures on top of me so from then we decided to speak with me taking care of her and her taking care of me

Fine line between my mind and I must be useless or two face to late to easy to be replaced and it may be just lady fate has s great hate for me or my tape recorder mind replays how out of place I can be realistically I feel like I'm being drowned out at sea but there is no vanity cuz if I die out here there is no one here to see

Just open your mouth please
I'm tired of watching you die from the inside
But you say your heart resides in mine but all the the signs say different and I can only bear witness to the pain you show every day
Or the anger you show towards me makes me question even if you want me to stay

He looks into a dictionary.
He reads it everyday.
Nibbles it for breakfast,
Gives him indigestion.
He ingests the contents.
He puts together a crossword.
Finding words that fit perfectly.
Describing a scene aptly.
With no paint and no camera.
Sometimes his words give him flatulence.
And his words blow you away.
(C) LIVVI