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,
Copyright ©2009 R.L.R







