I Bit My Tongue

I never tried to remove my hands
As it stands, the fear and pain runs deeper,
Than my plans.
It’s the only thing that fends off all my grief
As my fingers pull like a thief,
At the roots of my hair.

Hell, if this pain must go pursue
I’d simply like to find out the truth
Is it true?
That the lock to my heart, can only erode and rust?
But never bust or relent,
Or break to dust?

It seems just like a thousand years
As this surge, of melancholia remains,
Dissipates, not.
But leaks out within my tears, as I pull on my hair
And bite down upon my tongue,
Denying my urge to reveal the truth.

The things that I have to take
Can make a young man blind, although it may seem fake,
How my words retreat.
And do not tip off my tongue, and out into the space.
I could twenty years,
But my words would still not come.