A sign of things to come perhaps...

[virginangelic]

I wonder what it's like to be mute.

To not say those hurtful things
To not have made two hearts break
The red line cleanly cut

Words kept within
To stew and simmer
Before it's served

Perhaps it's for the best
That my mouth gets sewn

Let the blood flow
As thread and needle dance.

It's done at last
The seal is inked

Perhaps it's for the best
Isn't it for the best?

Oh.

Come forth my foolish child
Be a jester in my court.