Unspeakable

I am not silent because there is gold
in my mouth. In my mouth there is
my heart. If I speak, it will fall out
with it, the words in my veins.

It is questionable to write in
a language you don't speak in,
but don't stop reading because
soon I'll start bleeding and you'll hear me.

Speak I will not, til my voice is of age.
Til my tongue speaks the language
of my mind and be able to show you
the atoms in this world of mine.

Time is relative.
Forever isn't always Never.
The day will come when my unspeakables
will pour out of me like holy parables.