Words.

Communicate.
Indulge.
A language was born.
Words took shape.
Love, hate, agony and scorn,
We sigh, we shout,
We breathe, we speak,
But, I can understand you no more.

I want you to be deaf and dumb, again.
I want to hear you speak, again.
I want you to listen, again.
I want to talk.
I want to overcome words.
Kill the language,
Free us from our prison.

A whimper.
Fear of being free.
You run.
I chase.
In the city of words.
Amidst the throng of incomprehension,
The dingy alleys of not knowing,
You hide.
Don't worry,
I will free you tonight.


The end is near.
Near the edge we meet again.
The crashing of waves,
Underneath a cynical moon,
The moaning breeze,
Blurring the burning stars,
Your whipping hair,
Your wild eyes.
A push.
A scream that defies the cage.
Exult.
We are free, again.