I am tired of preaching to empty houses
	auditoriums covered in a thin veil of dust
	to be wedded to chilled silence.
	My words placed upon your alter
	and later ignored
	for weaker sacrifices
	as I wonder what my offense has been
	to warrant such cold retribution.
	Dialogues crumble to monologues
	a stigmata of words to bleed from frantic hands
	and still you shun me.
	I have no other offering to please you
	and if you will not accept my words
	and do not grant me yours
	then we shall speak in silence
	to ordain the severing of our bonds.