Morbid Words Dialogue

Comes the shovel that buries my speech... Comes plow and shallows is my word... God saves me in Val de Cans ... or something ... When i return tell me all worthless words ... useless now is the razor that cuts my speech ... And when the speech failure ... there is nothing enough for me here or there ... Only the grave where words lie hungry larvae, I Float broken, invalid, and I speak nothing ...!