I wish to speak words from my heart,
but my lips cannot move to form them.
I try and try but my lips don't want to part.
The silence should speak for itself.

Expressions of the face would speak if you could on see.
Divided by spaces that can't come together.
If you could only find me,
Yet even if you did, I wouldn't want you to.

I want to hide from my sins.
To cut my tongue, peel my face and dismember what is left.
To repent would not suffice for what has been.
The past is gone, but my mind is gone with it.

The future to come, to make up for this...
The time I have is slipping and counting away.
This amount of time I will surely miss,
even if my life depended on it.

I try and try to make myself go in movement
Staying still in my self hate,
Not wanting anything but punishment.
A statue I've become.

A statue with the loss of a voice,
the loss of words to tell.
The silent noise,
that is left in a museum.

No movement to direct you in my arms,
No warmth to comfort in troubled times.
It's the same as being on a different planet such as Mars.
So I stand for you to break down in your anger if you please.

Break me to pieces, smash me to dust,
So I can never be rebuilt again.
I won't allow myself to be, so you must.
You have to take me out of my misery.

Then I'll believe I've paid for my sin, feeling relief.
Back to dust, like the beginning of Adam and Lilith.
Or that would be my belief,
From start to finish the cycle will repeat.
Then I will be complete.