The talk down.
The walk down the stairs.
Smooth words flow from my choking throat.
Words of hope cut the rope.
Or so it goes.
Patch up a dam, but it will break.
Take a break from the stakes for my sake.
Fate's on a smoke break.
Words of hope don't teach you to cope.
Patches don't reach the sctratches engrained in your brain.
Are there tame minds?
No. Just trained minds and