The Language of The Souls

10409439_690144637730574_119320180122896447_nThe Language of the Souls

be it not a blessing to speak a slow and solemn word— though complete utter hell to have to.

I’ll speak within my eyes,
I’ll tell you all my fears,
you will then know within my soul what I’ve been through all these years.

I’ll turn my chin to brave,
I’ll hang it when I dread,
for souls make more to language as to speak when we are dead.

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