GraveYard

True Flavors of a mole that is a slave
With every sensitivity that I have
I yet whip blood that reptiles crave
My heart felt heavier than the stones they gave
Where I am, is creepi'er than a cave
Yet I've been inhaling sand from my grave

Talents lodged in I were to count mile stones
With the harshness of its melodic tones
Silence spoke louder as is flesh were bones
Whereas it filled all non-existing zones
Coffin darker than the bottom of cones
Where one couldn't see, but sense ones clone

Thee hath made me feel like a retard
Where you played me a fool like I'm our jokers card
I voice out rage, that ye hath made life hard
Too late to scream, for you lead me to my graveyard
Where I rest in peace without your violence
My voice shut down to a mime in silence