Biting back tears on my tongue.

Blink, Bite. Blood. Blink.
I know I just can't win.
I know you can see the emptyness in my eyes.
The venom in your tongue.
Who cares? You don't,
Care about me,
Love any of me,
Smile at me.
Even if I am motionless I break the tension,
and spark the minefield of your distaste.

Nothing.

Resorting to this to hear my words aloud.
Without being deafened by hate.

How did it come to this?