Inability to Accurately Express

Cankerous and chaotic chords
of ugliness are uttered
from lying lips
that disguise determination and delight.

Devoured by disconnected desires
the soul cannot speak smoothly.

One hole is not holy enough
to bemoan the beauty bequeathed
in the being.

But the tongue trembles to move
with the movements of thoughts that catch
on crooked teeth and the breath of decay.