I hear the whisper of a sardonic cry
Brazen words ironically said,
Raising my temper to catcup red.
Chisel my heart,to parts of nine.
To "repeat"
I must decline.
Harsh words of wisdom in my head.
To accommodate an answer i so deeply dread.
As i calm myself down and come to grips.
The words to my ears.
Were from my own lips.