a simple defect from decay.
  unraveled words are left to fray
  and to avoid.
  if you could swallow your pride
  you would choke on every word
  that you hide behind.
  so face yourself
  and bury your useless words
  that mean nothing to me.
  your bitterness will bury you
  faster than your words ever could.
  you've taken arms against yourself.
  this is the end.
  i swear to it you fake.