Like wild behind your tongue





Wild behind your tongue,

Cast out and kept

Though captured and concealed

Like hidden in a sarcophagus,

Covered in shroud

The voice that makes no sound

The shadowed one that walks with stride

Carries its crown covered in pretentious pride

Ever existent,

Conscious as if someone else

Your self set to conference

The ego and its shelf sit's in waiting

Constantly contemplating another attack

The dark shadow to your back

Cast out and kept

Like wild behind your tongue,