Murderous words are the most painful sounds

Hear them sing and talk aloud.

A fair maiden or the dashing prince

Sings their way into the sweet hints;

However, the world's words are cruel

And it makes a child appear a fool.

There is no peace, no good, no light

That even the saints can try to fight

The scratchy words that causes rawness to my throat

As I put them all in their graves and sailing boats.

But a bigger ship with bloody sails oozing down

To the purgatory halls where the dead frown.

I sniff and snuff out the lights in the lanterns

Where I prepared my tomb with no return.

How grave;

Don't save...

As the river parts as the ship comes,

The watery grave of words is blood.