Gah, It's only your silence that remains unsaid

Your words are empty as the souls on sunday morning
The spirit is willing indeed
It's willing on your lips but never in your eyes
No never in your eyes

And no matter how deep I look I can't see the bottom
Nor would I want to see such a place
Rust and rot over what should be there
It scares me

I know I'm not a polished mirror and rust never really goes away
only creeps
farther inside