Nothing to Say
Sometimes it hurts to breathe
Because the air around me falls away
As if a dagger digs into my heart like a sheathe
And with blue lips I pray
Over magnolias and lillies on the tender wreath
As if it's a happy Christmas Day
As if blood doesn't spill down my lips when I seethe
But sometimes there's nothing to say
And I must hide myself beneath
Your molding clay