Taste it Now?

[enigmacyofme]

Creep the words into your throat,
When your thoughts spell capital ME.
I won't put up with selfish arrogance,
Wait for you to undergo atrophy.

Standing here in malcontent,
Now I know how it really feels.
What is there to do,
When tongues taste of antipathy.

Dull heat rises from the gutters,
Seeping into my lungs.
But it doesn't warm me up,
I'm freezing to death.

So let another forgotten sentence run races with the wind,
Im certain, the winter will be here first.
Let the icy chill slap me in the face,
When my only mistake was to be born someplace.

And there won't be apologies for crimes uncommitted,
Don't even expect me to open my mouth.