Unspoken sighs..

The written write wrote of a tried and rifled, bloodshot and un-atoned home
Knowing no said word laid, will rebuild the broken platters of dreams
Or defuse the loss from its buried and blurred seams
That no passage will portray the endless echoed screams
Of the hallowed fight or its flight across the vast and weighted maze
The revolted repetition of days
That ink is a flawed mirror, a poisoned chalice
By which you sink your mouth to drink
As you seek to sate your thirst of downed hurts to quick
That wavered words rise, from a betrayed and naked despise
To cut upon the throat, in the ricochet of their enacted riches
A bountiful beauty dredged in the rancour of iron tanged kisses
That life bled begging, emerging upon the pages
Luring in false letters a ribboned promise of salivated salvation
Its crossed bones of clenched fingers withered in times corrosion
Without sustenance or sense are set, in a distorted cast of aspersions
It is the last bleeding breath of your mistaken eyes
And their dazed sights of erroneous assertions
That the choking grapple of salt laden skin
Be pinned out to tan beneath the sun and the sky to lie
An expose of treachery lined by the violets of violence
The hidden valleys of bleached tattoos give rise to inverted controversy
A hidden range of peaks that their braille speaks
Of bitten tongues sired upon a hide of unspoken sighs.