it's quiet

hold your head while nothing spills out speak your mind 'till there's atoms of doubt dialogue drought cues the sink in the heart without the sound the bout drives them apart what kindess of art could ever fix 'em? whose words do they say? should they stir or mix 'em? not today. they aren't feeling so hot better tell 'em they're not. put their heart on the spot. say they're made of soot, grease, pity, and coward-ice too nice to think and too sorry to say 'please' twice useless *hugs*. worthless degrees. cureless disease