My Little Tower

I think you slashed my throat

I put my hand to my chin and felt wet

And I looked

It was red

I know what its like to be mute

Robbed of my retorts

I know what its like to be deaf

Because your babble is blinding

Faced with the fact that

No one understands

Heaven doesn’t want you and hell just laughs

What would someone of your caliber

Be doing stuck down here

Shouldn’t you be living?

Caring, Being, Climbing

Instead of sunken on the floor

But no

No one wants to pick up the pieces

I guess there is something attractive about misery

Where only

The shattered get their due

Come down my little tower

Pop another pill

Still high enough to fall

Not enough to believe

Someone can speak my language