Words.

draining, the passion
as it seeps from your soul
degrading, the compassion
you find it so dull

words can mean the world, if you want them to
significance, astray, un furled, seeing if their true

like lightning, here, then gone
they're the setting sun, morning, then dawn

your wake up call
your sweet goodnight
your lunch-time break
in the bright noon light

the comforting sway
in your hips when you're happy
the sound to break the day
when you're told to make it snappy

the constant reminder
that someone cares
the forever reminder
that your heart still tears

words are the shake
in your hands when you're scared

the crack in your voice
when you're nervous, unprepared

the secret that you kept
the truth from them, you spared

words are the blindfold
leaving you impaired

they kill
they cut
they scream
they gut

they wonder
they wreak
they want
they shriek

they are scripture
they are discussion
they are intelligence
they are percussion

the addiction
you crave to hate
the curvy road
you try to make straight

the essence to create
more than that,
they are fate

history in the making
as soon as they are spoke
the potential words contain
in nothing of a joke

sticks and stone
what a malefactor
it only applies
if you're a good actor

words can pierce the strongest heart
words are like a throwing dart
words can pull us together, apart
words distract us, from the most perfect art

control our deeps thought
persuade our inner being
leave us distraught
leave us disagreeing

weather full of passion
or passion less
filled with substance
or meaning less

the largest lie
or there to confess
there to save us
or continue distress

words are reason
words are grief
words are treason
words are relief