Bravado and a Weak Mind

Silence heard What comes before words The thought or the burst Of silence leaving open mined Caverned hollow bliss I know you want to speak I can read your eyes, lips, and I can hear you gasping for air But you're ignorant Of the sound of speech What comes after words Regret or the absurd I know you want to speak I can read your eyes, lips, and I can hear you gasping for air But you're ignorance Blocks the passageway Of the air between you and I From your mind to mine But you're too proud to mend The visible signs of the frayed String of lies you're feeding me Feeding me, feeding me You're feeding yourself Afraid to feel weak Afraid of frailty Lies won't fool me Your facade won't fool me