Nothing chills me more than your cold shoulder
Or stings more then the venom in your eyes
Silence fuels my mind and I am bolder
I know how to bury a heart that dies
Strip me naked and place me in the square
These shackles stymied my mind long enough
Sharpen your sickle, it's ready to pare
Over time though this skin has become tough
Remove my tongue if it pleasures you most
But all my thoughts will still have a loud voice
served on a platter you'll offer the host
laughing aloud at your torture of choice
Less virginal, I will light my votives
You had your agenda, but no motives.





The rhyming flowed so well, and I always appreciate a good rhyming poem, ideally when it feels natural, and in this case, it did. Great imagery, voice, word choice, I don't think there's anything to improve on!





10 old applause
