Spoken

You have your words,
As self-centered as they are,
Spewing beliefs,
As water.

At least you can speak,
Past lips.

Even if,
You are the victim,
In your own fiction.

At least you can spreak,
Past lips.

On a stage,
You will guide,
Expecting us to abide.

At least you can speak,
Past lips.

What about me,
And my selfish lies,
Will I enjoy the view as everyone dies.

How do I speak,
Past broken lips.

This philosophy,
That I own,
Wishes to be throned.

But how do I peak,
Past broken lips.

Into a room,
You lead me,
Letting the others be.

How do I speak,
Past broken lips.

Sitting at a table,
The chairs soften,
Into something like a coffin.

How do I speak,
Past broken lips.

With a crooked grin,
You speak words,
Like chess boards.

Teach me to speak,
Past broken lips.

I can speak,
And I now stand,
With this band.