Empty vessels make more noise
That's why shutting me up was your choice?
Oh, darling how you didn't know
That my insides were laced with despair, disgrace and cold snow.

You slashed the tongue that orchestrated my cries
And silence your witness of severed ties.

S

o tell me, who's the empty vessel—
The one who bore the tattoo of your lies in the shape of belt marks? Or you?