Trapped

Words never spoken are simply left and tossed aside.

You give up the right of their beauty and grace,

From which is taken and slowly fades, as the day dies.

You give up the right to complain. Who hears your cries

when a mask of contempt hides your face?

Words never spoken are simply left and tossed aside.

When fear excuses your absent voice, you can't cower behind lies

you've spun out of deception, like a spider leaves its trace,

From which is taken and slowly fades, as the day dies.

You're tangled in this web of delusion, like a poorly made disguise.

The more you fight it, the tighter you're embraced.

Words never spoken are simply left and tossed aside.

Your silence screams out in agony. You're running out of tries

to get the story straight and to find a peaceful place,

From which is taken and slowly fades, as the day dies.

The decision is yours, to challenge the storm in your eyes.

To take the chance to speak your mind and end this chase.

Words never spoken are simply left and tossed aside,

From which is taken and slowly fades, as the day dies.