Two Dead Hearts, One Dead Soul!

 
We're dead.
Stuck in silence's lonely tomb.
We live in the catacombs.
That lay underneath the dead centre of town.
We're both curled up and rotten.
As deleted Romeo and Juliet.
We lay.
Breathless,
Unforgiven.
In words of the forgotten.
Victims in a crimeless misogyny of words.
Fellow bed mates in misanthropy we are.
In words diverse a mental curse of words no longer spoken.
Breach not thy vile lips.
For the spoken words.
They may warm thy soul.
May break the heart and make it bleed. 
In an eternal injustice thereby no solace found.

By ladylivvi1