Right To Remain Silent

Thinking about tattooing "noitatneserP erocnE" across my back. Install mirrors on the bedroom ceiling so she sees it spelled correctly as I pray for her only stopping when Hallelujah reverberates down our halls. Think I'll remove my filter Let her see my censorship Picturing a blurred spot below my abdomen intermix it with bleeps followed by adjectives that proceed her name. Tonight I won't refrain driving her insane exposing raw thoughts that I've kept secret Make her beg for silence. Auditory overload Can I get a "shut the hell up and beat it up Daddy" moment And I be quiet when she comes around, but when she's in the that paralyzed prognosis I be talking again. Sometimes I think I should keep thoughts to self but tonight, self, thought, and her will come together peaceably without any resisting.