Poetry Death

Silent insults triggers quiet pain through rattled body, sugar coated words never taste good when told from blind eyes, I see through tasteless lips of lies.   My mind seems far, far away, at a distance where it can't be reached. Acceleration of verbal words escapes me, slowly frustration disturbs the air.   Clear my thoughts of vivid visions, throw away touched emotions on paper from my wooden led. Take back my wasteful writings, and stop this unwanted author at best. That will never be witnessed by a higher supreme, my lost words will define me yet, in another life.