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