Songs of Life

No one around me
Talks like I sing
Not even whispers
They just scream
Leaving blisters
Surrounding me

Now they have something to talk about
But atleast they`re done yelling

They talk sugar
They speak cyanide
A toungue to lure
With lips to hide
A flattering loud
A quite die
A clapping crowd
A sigh holds a cry
A smile of doubt waving goodbye
Time to sing to stay alive