my tongue is too big for my mouth, br I suffer from lock-jaw. br br the words have been nurtured, br like seeds, matured and ready for harvesting- br they've rooted themselves in my stomach, br now they've outgrown their pot. br br they flutter around inside of me br searching for more space- br driving upwards, tickling my throat br making me uneasy with nerves br too numb to vomit. br I swallow and force them back down into damnation- br br br br br ariel view from my eyes scope, br I am so far up here and these meanings br are so far beneath me now. br br my heart has wintered some, grown weary and destitute. br br do you love me anyway? br in-spite of my dark sighs? oh God! br how I love it when you cry: br the sky opens up, a looking glass reveals br the hours of our death sentence- br these our the nights of our lives. br br you are my only redeeming quality, br that I need you and I lack nothing- br that I love you, though I am lightless. br br all these knotted words, so sick to go unsung, br so diseased to be unspoken, br lay limp and on the verge- br just as i.