Judgements

There’s an art lost to the dark of neon arcs 
Where words sink or charge the energy of rising charts to stars 
   Words mirrored reflected 
never repeated right the first time so why correct it 
  If I gotta say it twice then your insight blind 
        self rejection 
On your back now in a world sworn words can never break bones 
                           Maybe that’s why were all guilty for throwing stones