if i got a quiet mouth then you should hear my loud mind

like a quick mouse tip-toeing through land mines, shhhh

my head is a battlefield that you will never see, deep sigh

i give you the emotion with my eyes and my hearts regard

but all you ever get is a stupid face that wont talk, cry or laugh

it makes you melt, boil and burn. you're stuck in our favourite pan

on my hot element, you disappear in silver smoke whisps and

all you leave behind is the black spot to remind me

death comes to emotion, connections, moments just as easily

as it reaps life from the ground in which it grew.

if i got a quiet mouth, then you should look behind those teeth

and hear me roaring on the inside. Search for the signs of life

they flicker behind my eyes and skin and are vibrant and, dim.

blurry crystals cross fade into clouds of purple and green and brightness.

i just dont want to move my face for you. not yet. not until im desperate.