I threw my tongue into Mimir's well
and cursed
For never saying what I think
or never thinking about what I say
The hound of hell gnaws hardest on the hands that feed it
And the tie that binds is a noose at the neck
Make no mistake about it..
The day is coming when you will want so little
but little wants something more

..and maybe..

the few stars left in your sky will shine dim
More like they are bleeding out
than thriving...
I can show you how to hold a sick star, with nubs,
and how to tread the darkness where they die
Stars die too; the gods demand no less..
Surely I will have to pay the furies
for letting mine run free,
But Karma be damned..

tarnished tongues dont charm silver devils
and jealousy doesn't behoove me.

If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others